Page 77 of Point Proven
His breath shuddered, shoulder blades creeping toward each other. “N-No… No, I haven’t… The women I’ve slept with… They were never into… ass stuff.”
Biting back my laughter, I positioned myself at his entrance, blowing a stream of air onto it. “So I get to be the first here, too? Infect you to the point no one else willeverdeliver?”
Hips bucking, he thrashed slightly, toes curling on themselves. “Mmmph! Fuck. I guess… Yes. Yes, you will…”
Tightening my grip, I spread his cheeks as I grunted. Flattening my tongue, I swiped against him, swirling twice, as I rimmed him with the full intention of making him squirm. When he did just that, I chuckled against his skin, repeating the same actions.
“Oh… Oh… S-Shit…” Each rasped breath he released only encouraged me further, his fingers clawing at the mattress in search of reprieve.
Pulling back slightly, I gathered a mouthful of saliva before spitting over the wet skin. Before it trickled onto the bed, I thrusted into his hole with my tongue, using my spit to coat the inside of his ass.
His back arched from the bed once again, a symphonic moan the call for my continuation as his palms slapped against my wrists. “Mmm! O-Oh… God. Fucking hell, M-Matthew!”
Curling my tongue to brush against his walls, I did it once more before shifting away, quickly meeting his stare. “Beautiful, if you thought I wouldn’t ruin you, you’re mistaken. Look at your legs trembling, and my cock isn’t even inside you. You still want it? Want me to fuck you?”
Holding my gaze with hooded brows, the plea-filled whine he uttered was like music to my ears. “Yes… Please. Ineedyour cock.”
Switching my position to rest on my haunches, one palm pressed into the bed while the other rested by his chin. “Spit.”
His lips pursed, a trickle of saliva dropping into my palm to form a thick puddle. “I-Is that enough?”
“Perfect, love.”
Bringing it to my erection, I lathered it across my shaft in slow, languid strokes. Maintaining eye contact, my tongue darted across my bottom lip. “Mhm, you coated me so well.”
“I need…” His hips bucked with the words. “...I need you.”
Positioning myself at his entrance, I glided in an inch. “This time we’re going atmyfucking pace. Do you understand?”
He gasped, nodding as his hands twisted deeper into the mattress. “Y-Yes… Understood.”
Digging my nails into his sides, a shuddered exhale left me as I flicked my eyes to his olive green hues. And on my inhale, I rammed into his ass, my balls slapping against him.
Instinctively, he released the fabric entangled in his fingers, hands slapping against my back. Nails ripping into my skin, he carved the entire length of my spine, only stopping once he reached the base of my neck. Gripping my locks, he pulled me toward him, our lips clashing in a heated kiss.
Groaning into him, my tongue swept across his top teeth as I worked my way further into his mouth. Everything about him was perfect, and his taste was narcotic—a fucking addiction. Lapping over his molars, I kept my rhythm, relentless strides meant to claim. This wasn’t like last time.
No.
This time?
I wanted to fucking obliterate him until he couldn’t walk.
Snaking my hand behind his neck, I pulled away to press my forehead against his. “God, my little fox, you’re fucking squeezing the shit out of me. You’re being such a good boy, riding my cock as if you’re desperate to be ruined.”
“Ruin me,” he breathed, clinging to me. “Ruin me, my raven. Fuck me until nothing remains, for I am yours.”
“F-Fuck.”
Increasing my speed, Lev shifted upward with the force, nearly cracking his skull against the headboard. Thrusting him down onto my cock at the same time to keep him from hurting himself, his back arched, legs shaking as I found that spot he loved.
His head found my neck, gasped breaths falling from him as his nails continued penetrating my flesh. “Close… I-I… Shit, Matt…”
Huffing, I continued, milking every sound he offered me. “Good boy. Fuck, I want you to wrap your fingers around your cock and pump yourself while we cum.”
He swallowed, nodding as another whine slipped from his throat. Reaching down, his palm met his erection, and he began stroking himself with the same rhythm I drove into him. Head tipping back, his eyes rolled as his bottom lip quivered—two key signs of his incoming climax.
Leaning down, my tongue flicked against his nipple, running over the piercing before giving it a gentle tug with my teeth. And that simple action, that intentional touch, was what sent him over the edge.
