She glances up at Cas, “But if you want to do that to someone, you can’t with me. So it doesn’t make any sense that the two of youonlywant me.”
“Darling girl,” Cas runs a hand through her hair, “You misunderstand. I am not that rough on him becauseIlike it. It is only becausehecraves it. Just asyoucrave the chase.”
Her flush deepens, scarlet coloring her ears and cheeks at the reminder of her own depraved tastes.
“Which means,” he continues, “That youcananddogive us everything we want. And then some.”
My dick is begging for attention, begging to be done with this conversation, but she needs the reassurance, so that impatient little fucker can wait. “You worry too much, my Songbird. You’re everything to us.”
“Then… Do you crave for me to be like that with you?” she asks shyly, forcing my brain to short-circuit at the thoughts she spurs on. Images of the countless ways she could torture me, from the simple to the downright vile.
“Do I crave for you to hold me down and take your pleasure from me until you’re sated? Absofuckinglutely. Do Ialsowant you to cause me pain in the most despicable, unimaginable ways? Yes,” I tell her emphatically. “But, that’s something to explore in the coming centuries we’ll have together. Theonlything I want to explore right now is how many ways I can make you scream my name. ‘Kay?”
She nods, all the tension leaking out of her at the mention of her countless impending orgasms. I take a meaningful step forward, the predator inside me ready to conquer my pretty little prey.
“Wait.” I pause at her command. “I… I wanna try to fit it,” she tells me, biting her lip.She can’t possibly mean—
“But I lost,” I tell her.
“Well, yeah, but I want to anyway,” she blinks up at me, eyes turning mischievous before her tone changes into the wicked, dominating tease I’ve grown addicted to. “You took your lossso very welland deserve a reward.”
“Really?”
She nods and hums in assent, crooking a finger to come closer, and I’m helpless to deny her. Without any further hesitation, she pulls on the ruined remnants of my pants, easing them down over my hips. I didn’t bother to put on any underwear since I knew we’d be doing this the millisecond we were home, if we even made it that long.
My aching dick finally freed from its confines, I breathe out a sigh of relief and look down at the goddess before me, draped across the massive monster beneath her like he was made to be the throne from which she rules.
“Oh, Fritz, you’reso big,” she coos at me, causing me to choke on the breath I was trying to take. She wraps her hand around me, languidly pulling on my length with a wicked light in her eyes. “You wanna stuff this huge, gorgeous cock in my mouth?”
The noise that leaves my throat is fucking humbling, a croaked whimper of a thing, and I nod my head pathetically.
“Use your manners, then,” she continues her torturously slow strokes, her smirking mouth only inches away from where I desperately need it. From her current position, she only needs to lean in a bit, and I’ll be in fucking heaven.
“Please,” I beg, no hesitation.
Caspian’s dark chuckle fills the room as he pulls Bel’s hair back, holding it gently out of the way. “Please what, Fritzy? Be specific.”
The only thing better than a sadistic tease istwosadistic teases.
“Please, just—” my pleading is cut off when Bel squeezes, moving slightly faster. My hips jolt against my will, and I whine, “Please!Put your mouth on me. I need it.” My hands flex and tense at my sides, fighting the urge to force her mouth open and bury myself inside it.
She grins her approval, leaning the last few centimeters, her hot breath ghosting against me before gifting me a long kitten lick against my dribbling tip.
Her eyes slip closed with a hum, “You tasteso good, Fritz.”
Jesus fuckis the last semi-coherent thought I have before she takes the entire head into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around it. The pink, kiss-swollen flesh wrapping around my blue-black cock is a picture that will be engraved into my soul long after the world dissipates.
A low groan forces itself from my throat, and the sound spurs her on, eyes meeting mine as she moves her hand up and down the length her mouth can’t take. Her tongue laves the underside of me, working the spot that makes my eyes nearly cross with pleasure.
She releases me from her mouth, a string of precum and saliva connecting us as she slowly pulls away. I’m only without her nirvana for a moment before she heaves a deep breath and dives back in, taking more than before, more than should be able to fit in her little mouth.
With a startled shout, my hands move of their own volition, one wrapping around Caspian’s where it holds her hair back, the other digging into Caspian’s shoulder. Better him than letting my claws harm Bel’s delicate skin. His growl reverberates throughout the room, a warning that I’m going to ignore.
Bel’s hot, wet mouth works up and down as much as she can, her hand moving in perfect time with it. The sound of her gagging and slurping on my dick sends sparks of ecstasy up my spine, her moving further and further down my shaft each pass.
Her free hand slides up my stomach, the muscles clenched against my overwhelming instinct to thrust into her mouth. She uses her vicious little nails to scratch back down, and I lose against that need, hips pushing forward and forcing another lewd, gagging sound from her.
Eyes watering, she does the same thing again, pressing hard enough to leave scores down my skin. The slight pain paired with the hot heaven wrapped around me is unbearable. I’m fucking panting, pulsing into her mouth with short strokes, unable to keep still any longer.
