Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“What do you want, mouse?” I asked, my voice raspy and low. The way he was looking at me, all submissive and needy, had my cock ready to just punch through my fucking zipper.
He swallowed thickly. “I want to suck your cock,” he murmured. “Please.”
Fuuuuck. The way he said please, like he needed my cock on his tongue and down his throat, had me growling.
“You think I’d deny you?” I asked, releasing his chin so I could undo my jeans. I pushed them down to right beneath my ass, just enough for my cock to be freed. Maksim moaned, and I wasn’t even inside of him yet. Christ. “You never have to ask for my dick, mouse. You can just take it whenever you want.”
He shuffled forward on his knees, then buried his nose at the base of my cock, right near my balls, and just inhaled. I groaned, my hands coming down to cradle his head. When he flicked his tongue out, licking at my balls, I moaned low in my throat. I was a goddamn goner when he sucked one into his mouth, then the other. My legs trembled, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he skimmed the tip of his nose along my length before wrapping his lips around my tip.
“Fuck, mouse,” I growled, my hands tightening around his head. His buzzed hair tickled my palms as he began to bob back and forth, moaning and whining around me all while he rocked back and forth in tiny, aborted thrusts on the floor. If he came in his pants just from getting me off, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
The blowjob was wet and sloppy and noisy, and I couldn’t get enough of it. It took every ounce of my restraint to let him service me rather than me taking over and driving my cock down his throat. I’d let him suck my cock for a while, but I wasn’t coming. Not yet. I had no plans of coming until I was sinking in his tight ass and could breed him.
“You’re so good at this,” I rasped, watching him through slitted eyes as he slurped noisily on my shaft. “Fucking look at you. Such a whore for my cock. You’re drooling for it, mouse.” And he was. His chin and neck were damp. He was an absolute mess and had never looked more like a piece of artwork, especially with blood smeared on his chin and his scalp.
I couldn’t wait to smear Zoro’s blood over the rest of him.
Groaning, I pulled back, precum leaking from my tip when Maksim whined in protest, his good hand coming up to grip my jeans, like he could hold me in place and get what he wanted. And while I normally had no qualms about giving him my cock, I had something better in mind for both of us.
“Easy, mouse,” I murmured as I strode behind him. I kneeled in the blood puddle beneath my feet, then reached around Maksim to tug his sweatpants down to bare his ass and free his erection. He sucked in a sharp breath when my blood-dampened fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked.
“Alfonzo…” he breathed.
“I know, mouse,” I rumbled. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Spitting on the fingers of my other hand, I circled his rim, then pressed inside. He gasped, tensing. I waited for him to adjust, and when he did, I pushed in far enough to glance over that bundle of nerves. He moaned and fucked into my fist, his head coming back to rest against my shoulder as he surrendered to me.
“That’s it, mouse,” I murmured, pressing kisses to his throat. “I know what makes you tick, don’t I? Know how to work you just right. Fuck, you’re made for me. All mine. Just for me.”
He nodded, his lips parting as he panted, still fucking my fist, which also fucked him back onto my fingers. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers free, spit on them again, and then went in with three instead of two. He choked on his next breath, his body seizing, but when I sank my teeth into his throat, he moaned and loosened up for me once more, letting me continue to stretch him.
This wasn’t our first round without lube, and I could place money that it wouldn’t be our last. Sometimes, I was just too goddamn feral for him to go in search of any.
Once I deemed him stretched enough, I gripped his chin and forced his head around so I could kiss him, fucking my tongue into his mouth and owning him. And when I pressed inside of him, slowly filling him up, he moaned into my mouth, trembling in my arms. He was so tight and warm, and fuck, I wasn’t going to last. Not when his skin was smeared with blood and he was so fucking vocal.