Page 38 of The Silent Night Stalker
“P-please.” His voice is hoarse and high-pitched with need.
And that does it. Constantine comes in about a minute flat from when I first touched him. Hot, creamy jets pump onto the wall and over my hand as he mumbles and groans incoherently, his fingers curling over the smooth, stone tiles.
I’m still holding his pulsing cock with one hand, and my other hand is on his chest, feeling his heart beating wildly against my palm. He shouldn’t feel this right against me, but he does.
Then his body sags, and a whine escapes him. “Ugh, so fast. I’m… I’m sorry. That was lame. At least it wasn’t as fast as the last time.”
Why am I kissing his cheek to reassure him? “The last time was sexy as fuck. And this time, too. You come so beautifully. It doesn’t matter that it was fast. There will be other times.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Did you not enjoy it?”
“I did… so much.”
“Then time doesn’t matter.”
“Okay.”
“Now turn around and get on your knees, Little Bird.”
Constantine instantly obeys and sits on his legs with his hands on his lap. He looks up at me with eager-to-please eyes as the shower pours water on his back.
When I start stroking myself, he chuffs at me and drops his brow low. “I want to do that.”
I grin at him and shrug. “I thought you wanted cum on your face.”
A huge smile spreads across his face. “Oh! Yes. Ireallywant that.”
I don’t take my time as I rapidly pump, aiming my cock right at his face. Constantine doesn’t move an inch, focusing on every move I make, watching my hand glide, twist, and coast over the tip of my cock.
It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build and the tingling to spread up my spine. “Get ready,” I warn.
He tips his head up and closes his eyes, so eager to have one of his wishes granted. Suddenly, pure pleasure builds and shoots out of me. White-hot spurts, spatter, and paint Constantine’s face. He smiles and spreads my cum over his skin like fucking lotion. It’s all in his hair and clings to his beard and eyebrows. There’s no denying that marking him like this is sexy as fuck.
Again, all sense leaves me as I ease onto my knees in front of him, cup his face with my hands, and lick his cheek. A high-pitched sound escapes him as he digs his fingers into my arms.
When I pull away, his eyes are still shut, like he’s reliving what just happened between us. Then I kiss him, forcing my tongue into his mouth so he can taste me. He also grabs my face as we consume each other.
When we come up for air, his eyes slowly slide open, and he wears a stupid and crooked grin on his face.
“You like that, Little Bird.”
“I want more.”
“You were so good for me. You obey so well.”
“I want to be.” His face pinks, and he gnaws on his bottom lip, which is becoming a common occurrence. Yeah, I want more of these reactions. So cute. So innocent.
“You are.”
“D-do you like me yet?”
Something untangles deep inside me. It untwists and softens just for him. “Very much.”
And I do. I shouldn’t like or trust him, but I can’t help it. He’s easy to like. Maybe it’s as simple as relating to him, but I think there’s more to it. Perhaps because he wants to give everything to me so badly and to find love. He needs it. And just maybe he deserves it.
I stand and help him up, then I grab the washcloth, wet it, and gently clean his face, making sure the cum doesn’t get tangled in his beard and hair.
