I wouldn’t call this fuck lazy, but it sure is fast and efficient, because I’m already close. Just the way his cock pulses between my legs, so hot and rigid, is making my desire skyrocket. Add to that the fingers fucking my mouth, the teeth on my neck, the hand on my cock, and I’m almost there.
I’m used to drifting off to a familiar set of fantasies when I take my pleasure, but he’s keeping me anchored to this mind-blowing reality, and I neither can nor want to escape it. We’re two hellbeasts finding a bit of pleasure in a world of misery, and there is nobody here to see us.
“Almost there,” Dalton rasps, “Ready to make a mess between your thighs. You’ll be sticky with my cum all night.”
Something shifts. The tension that’s been welling up, ever hotter, suddenly crests, and I cry out, drooling around the fingers in my mouth when Dalton squeezes my cock as if he wants to milk me for every drop of cum.
I’m so verypresentin this moment, memorizing every sensation, from the sweet dampness of his lips and their panting to the possessiveway he’s kneading my flesh. He’s not yet inside me, but I can already feel him under my skin.
Then comes the inevitable crash, and I go limp, letting him have his way with me however he likes. Right now, he could have rolled me over and dipped his cock in, and I wouldn’t have the energy to stop him.
“Oh yes, squeeze your thighs like that.” Dalton grunts in excitement.
I didn’t know I was doing it, too busy falling to pieces and staining my sheets.
His cock drills me like a jackhammer, rubbing my balls every time. As soon as he’s done milking my softening cock, he pulls his hand away and pushes my shivery body face first into the pillow. I’m a mess of trembles with no agency of my own.
But he’s asked me to squeeze my thighs for his dick, so I do just that.
I whimper when his sticky hand slides between my ass cheeks, opening them without mercy, and then his thumb is inside me, up to the knuckle.
“Go on, squeeze,” he pants on top of me, never stopping his fast thrusts between my legs.
I can’t cope with this. This man has me eating from his hand. If he tells me to grip his thumb with my hole, I will do it, and the burn of friction somehow only makes it feel better. Maybe I want it to hurt? Maybe I want a physical manifestation of how big he is all over, and how much he wants me?
I cross my ankles, moaning when he nips on my nape in response.
This is perfect.
I want to be his.
“Oh, fuck yesss…” Dalton stills, sliding his fingers out of my mouth so he can hold me more tightly as he comes. I feel his cock throb against my skin like one of my vibrators as he makes a few last thrusts, flooding my balls with cum in the process. “Oh God… I love to feel it so tight on me,” he mumbles against my shoulder, wiggling his thumb in my sphincter to agitate me further.
I whine in answer because I have no words for what he’s doing to me.
Even this sense of helpless abandon is perfect.
I’m drowning in the sheets under Dalton’s weight. Sated. Safe. And so damn sleepy it’s as if I didn’t get any shuteye last night. His breath evens out, soft and warm on my skin.
I don’t bother to clean the cum between us.
Chapter 15
Corvus
Mostdays,Irollout of bed as soon as I wake up, but it’s different with that warm, fragrant body resting right next to me. Sleep has always been such a struggle, but I don’t even know when I fell asleep last night. One moment, I was stretching against Dalton’s chest, the next, it was already morning, as evidenced by the time. Since there are no windows in my bedroom, I use one of those sunshine-imitating clocks that brightens over a period of half an hour.
As I come to, eerily well-rested after not waking up a single time in the night, there’s warm flesh touching one of my feet, and a heavy arm rests across my waist. It doesn’t feel threatening even when I don’t initially remember who I’m sharing my bed with.
The warmth he exudes brings peace, as if I’m curled up in some underground den, where no danger can reach me.
As the room grows brighter, I roll away, careful not to wake him. Any other time, I would have put on my jogging attire and gone out, but I find myself stalling this time.
Soft, even breathing comes from behind me, and I can’t resist its call.
Dalton’s still fast asleep, his thick muscles relaxed, square face open and free of any care. How come a man capable of pulling me into such a lustful frenzy looks so innocent in his sleep? Even the neck tattoo can’t make him seem more of a threat.
He could have broken my neck once I drifted off, but instead he rested alongside me, sharing the heat of his body.
