Page 13 of Lonely
He was such a basic creature. Whatever was in front of him, that’s what he wanted most.
Starve him, and he’d crawl on his knees for scraps. Jerk his dick, and he’d suck yours for the promise of a climax.
And with that thought, I set the camera on the desk and unbuckled my belt.
Carter zeroed in on me, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face.
Had he ever sucked cock before? I doubted it. The thought made me harder than the slow-burning urge to hurt him. Harder than the fantasy of cradling his severed head against my chest, cherishing him forever.
Heat surged in my gut as I tore my pants and briefs down just far enough. My hand wrapped around my cock, and I pumped with a need that bordered on pain.Screw my mother and her punishment. I liked the way the cold air licked my sore ass. I liked the way Carter’s expression flickered with uncertainty.
I stepped closer and guided myself to his sinful mouth. Lips I’d spent nights obsessing over. Lips I needed to feel wrapped around me.
“I could be good to you, if you were good to me,” I promised, as my engorged crown bumped his lips.
But Carter turned his head and locked eyes on the gold-framed painting of Wellard.
Voices drifted through the walls. A patient was being unruly, by the sound of it.
Their shouting echoed down the hallway as they dragged him to the basement for shock treatment and a stint in solitary.
I trailed my fingers through Carter’s hair, stroking the bulging purple veins on my cock.
“Why are you so perfect, Carter? I can’t help myself around you.”
There was that tic in his scruffy jaw again. I loved his defiance. Loved how it made me want to win him over even more.
“Mother seems to think the Devil lives in the nurse. But she’s wrong.” I pleasured myself with long, slow pulls. “The Devil is in you.”
Grabbing his jaw in a bruising grip, I forced those forest-colored eyes on me.
“You’re an enemy of the Lord. So why do I want to burn in your flames?”
He spat on me, jerking his chin free, then took me in his mouth. Surprised, I nearly choked on my own spit.
He sucked hard and fast, bobbing over my length as I gripped his shoulders to keep my knees from buckling beneath me.
Carter growled around my cock and sucked harder. Harder than Mother’s new vacuum cleaner. The one she bought in the Black Friday sale.
He spat me out just as fast.
“Come, you motherfucker,” he snarled, then swallowed me back down.
Three desperate thrusts later, I came so hard I had to grab the backrest to stay upright.
My balls drew up tight, and I spilled into his mouth.
An embarrassing sound escaped me, half grunt, half yelp.
Moments passed.
My softening cock rested in the heat of his mouth, but I was too weak to move. Too breathless to speak.
I stumbled back against the desk and then dragged my pants up with shaking hands.
The air felt colder now, like he’d taken something from me I didn’t even fucking know I had.
The devil didn’t need horns. Just patience. And a wicked mouth like his.
