Would she slice it, cut it, burn it?
Then she kissed my bulging scars.
My heart was slaughtered. My breath sailed.
She licked my ugly shaft, a soft, warm tongue trailing along the side of it.
I cursed, blinking away the dizziness so that I could watch her.
So I would believe it.
I didn’t know time could slow when you were taken, either.
Not taken by fear but taken by something else. Just taken altogether.
I didn’t know. No one had told me.
Circe wrapped her lips around the head, absorbing it, adoring it.
Her other hand came over the back of my thigh, her nails pinching my skin as she slid the thing inside her hot, wet mouth.
My jaw fell open in a moan.
I grabbed the back of her head and sank against the tree again.
I looked down at her.
My vision was a fogged window. A teardrop hung from my lashes.
I let it fall.
I let it fall.
And though she could see, I didn’t hide it.
She dragged her tongue along the bottom, slicing across every sensitive inch before sinking my cock back into her mouth. A prickle crept up from every corner of my body. It felt like a waterfall of tingles surging down from above, causing my testicles to flex, my abs to flex, my entire body to flex from the sensation.
Circe’s throat closed up when I hit the back of her throat, and the pressure rattled my bones. Her mouth and hand fucked my cock, and it was the second time in my life that my legs felt weak. I had to pin my spine to the tree so I wouldn’t collapse.
The feeling was like being inside her all over again. I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to fight off my orgasm and prolong the pleasure, to hold back, to stay here. But when her pretty lips inched back, sucking on the ugly flesh, I lost it. My fingers curled at the back of her skull, and I moaned, grinding into her mouth. I was teetering on the edge. About to fall.
My hand moved to her throat, and I pressed my thumb into the center of it as I watched myself sink into my darling siren’s mouth again. My cock jumped from the pleasure, and when she looked up and her gaze collided with mine, I felt absolutely helpless. Mentally vacant.
Mind numb, I could not think.
An intense rush that was mentally paralyzing seized me, stealing me entirely, all my senses, all my feelings, my vibrations, the temperature, the pain … this orgasm took it all and surged to a single point of exit, shooting out of me and to the back of her throat.
I wanted it to stop, fearing the pleasure scraping through my limbs would kill me. At the same time, I also wanted to hold on to Circe and this pleasure forever. My orgasm was the same gunshot I’d felt from her before: startling and sudden, the surge of backfire, the trembling of steel.
She swallowed against my thumb, wringing me, my climax passing to her in a way that was voracious and mind-shattering.
After she pulled away, she trailed kisses down my shaft and looked up at me with tears clinging to the corners of her eyes.
I dissolved, sliding down the bark until my bottom met the ground.
One knee bent, the other stretched out at her side.
I sank with her, wrapping my arms around her, bringing her close to my chest.
