Page 74 of Grave Devil
“Mia, fucking hell. Feast on me. Devour me,” he commands.
I tease him some more by licking light circles around his glistening tip. I suck gently, drawing his pre cum into my mouth. Fuck, he even tastes unnatural. It’s more sweet than salty and thicker than most. I moan as a frenzy comes over me. I want more. I need to make him cum so I can have more. Fuck.
I take the entire length of him in my mouth and a low growl emanates from deep within his chest. He flexes and constricts as he throbs against the inside of my cheeks. “Fuck, you take me well. Relax your throat and breathe through your nose, dark one.”
My pussy trembles with need. I suck hard, savoring the sweat and pre cum and the heat from his skin. I’m a greedy little slut, collecting his fluids like an addict. I want his essence injected straight into my veins. And I want to please him as much as I want to swallow him whole. So I do as he says while still trying to hold onto my control.
I take a deep breath and grab onto his hips as I lower myself down farther. I immediately flinch when the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. And he’s only halfway in. Fuck. My stomach gurgles in response.
“Hold still. Don’t force it,” he rasps. “Good. Now focus on your breathing.”
Shards of bone dig into my cheeks. The fact that he hasn’t cum yet shows he has way more self-control than me. My pussyis so wet from this; I am on the verge of exploding without even being touched.
I inhale slowly through my nose and slide down another inch. My chest constricts.Fuck. I’m going to choke.
“Eyes on me, Mia. Don’t move. Just keep breathing. You’re doing so good,” he coaxes.
We lock eyes, and I feel his approval. It makes me feel alive. His praise is like a fucking drug. Like the poison I can’t get enough of. Now I wonder if this would’ve been better if I’d freed him from his restraints first. Or maybe it would’ve been worse. He is keeping his cool because he has to. He can’t move. But if his hands were free, he may not be this patient or this gentle.
My chest tightens as I take another inch of his cock down my throat. There’s little room for air. The thought of holding my breath and possibly blacking out sends a flurry of spasms to my core.
“A few more shallow breaths, Mia. You are doing so fucking good. I wish you could see how pretty you look for me. One more inch. You’re almost there.” His coaxing makes me want to do good for him.
In fact, there’s nothing I desire more in this moment than to please him. My pulse beats loud in my ears.I can do this. His shaft is taut, slick with sweat. He’s ready. He wants to cum so bad, but he’s holding back for me. This keeps me from tapping out.
I take a few more breaths through my nose. These last ones burn as my nostrils are raw and tender from carrying the weight of my survival. I lock my gaze onto his as I lower myself the rest of the way down. I don’t stop until my swollen lips touch the skin of his base.
“That’s it. Look at you. How does my cock feel in your throat? I want you to hold it there for me. Let’s see how long you can.” He trembles slightly. I can literally feel him trying not to unravel.
My throat burns. I take a few more breaths, but it’s too much. His cock starts to swell, and I pull up. “Oh, fuck,” I rasp between coughing.
He looks at me in awe. “Let me up, Mia. Please. I need to touch you.”
I nod and free his ankles first. I give in because I need him to touch me as well. The second I free his right hand, he wraps it around my throat. But instead of squeezing the life out of me, he gently massages his fingers into the sides. “Are you ready to swallow every fucking drop of my cum?”
My pussy tingles. “Yes.” I free his left hand, and without warning, he lifts me off the bed and backs me into the wall.
I yelp as he hikes my legs up around his waist. “I’m going to start in your cunt and finish in your mouth.”
I cry out as he enters me. “Sonny…”
He slams into me with a force that threatens to break through walls. “You’ve only begun to feel my wrath, dark one. I will be torturing you for the inconceivable future.”
I grab onto his antlers. If this is what torture feels like, I don’t ever want him to stop. His mouth finds mine before I can respond with my planned snarky retort. And I drown in him. Our tongues flick together as my pussy unfurls for him, stretching wider as the bones in his shaft rub me raw.
“You feel so good,” I admit. He is my Skelker.Mine. And I want him to know that.
“Mmm, I’m close.”Thrust. “I’m going to make your throat feel so much better.”
I arch my back against the wall, my lips salivating for him. My jaw tingles at the thought of tasting him. “Yeah. I want it. Please.”
“You fucking whore.” He pumps twice more, then pulls out. In one swift move, he throws me back onto the bed and straddlesme. He slaps his cock against my lips. “Stick out your tongue. Now.”
I open my mouth just as his cum shoots forward. A gurgled cry resounds from his chest. He roars as he slides his cock to the back of my tongue. He grips the base of my throat in his hands, rubbing my tender flesh with his thumbs. “I love feeling your throat bob as you drink.”
His cum is thicker than the others. And so sweet. It’s like nectar from the gods.The unholy ones. If there’s anything that solidifies that he’s the most dangerous predator in this realm, it’s this. Holy shit. I don’t just drink, I guzzle.
“Oh, does my little whore like the way I taste? Yeah, she does, doesn’t she?” He reaches behind and slaps my pussy. “Now you will moan for me.”
