I’m a cupid, I’m on the hunt for the next fix of love in my everyday life. Am I possibly overthinking all of this? Looking for love in places it doesn’t belong? I sure fucking hope not.
“Shut up,” Death rasps.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“It’s like you have an evidence board above your head and you’re trying to connect the dots. What would quiet that pretty little head of yours?” he asks.
His fingers trail along my jawline until he applies pressure to my bottom lip.
If he doesn’t have hearts in his eyes at this moment, a blow job will certainly put them there.
I tug on his dark robe.
“Does this come off?” I ask, and he smirks at me, snapping his fingers and the garment disappears. Okay, that was extremely attractive.
I’m left stunned by his nearly naked form in front of me. His muscles are firm and strong, covered in black and gray tattoos. He has the perfectly trimmed v that leads to what is undoubtedly a massive dick behind his black briefs. It’s like an arrow pointing down to my delicious surprise.
But his thighs… his thighs are huge and I want to sink my nails into them or maybe my teeth.
He’s beautiful in a way I’m not sure how to describe. The dark edge he carries only adds to his allure. If tonight is all I get, then I plan on taking full advantage. But for the love of expensive floral bouquets I sure hope it’s not just for one night.
My dress protests, but I slide off the bed and fall to my knees before him, just like he did for me at the party. He is also certainly deserving of worship, and I plan on making that evident in the way I touch him.
His hands are loose at his sides as I grip the waistband of his briefs and tug them down. His large cock springs free, nearly slapping me in the face. I push them down to his ankles and he kicks the offensive material away. He’s completely naked and gorgeous in front of me.
Is it pathetic that I know I’m going to live forever and nothing will ever come close to this? No cupid will hold a candle to hisperfect combination of dark and sweet. I almost want to laugh over the fact that I’m calling a reaper named Death ‘sweet,’ but it’s beyond fitting.
I stroke his shaft twice, and lick the weeping tip with my tongue, looking up at him for approval.
Death’s fist wraps tightly around my long hair, tugging the strands at my scalp with just the right amount of pain.
“And here I thought you couldn’t get any prettier, Love.”
I part my lips and slide him down my throat, my gaze not leaving his, even as my eyes water and he presses my face closer to his pelvis.
My nose touches the neatly trimmed hair at his pubic bone, and he groans. His fist is tight in my hair as his head falls back.
“Look at you taking it all. Such a good little cupid, aren’t you?”
I nod as well as I can with him down my throat, and he smiles down at me. Fuck, he’s perfect.
He pulls my head back and I take a gasping breath as a trail of spit connects the tip of his dick to my bottom lip. My tongue strikes out, breaking the chain, and it falls down my chin.
I grip his strong, manly thighs and take him down my throat again. He continues holding my hair, but lets me control the pace as I lick the crown and length of him. He moans loudly when I cup his balls and my fingers massage his perineum while I suck lightly on the head.
“Fuck, Love.”
I hum around his cock and don’t stop. His hips move back and forth, pressing in and out of my mouth, while he watches me like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. I might be on my knees for him, but this feels like it’s for the both of us. Wanting to bring Death pleasure is almost as natural as breathing.
“Take the dress off,” he demands.
I pop my mouth off of him and stand and turn my back to him, so he can help me unzip.
He moves torturously slow, kissing my bare shoulder repeatedly as his deft hand slowly tugs the zipper down. Death’s knuckles drag along my back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?” he asks, a whisper against the shell of my ear that has me shivering.
“You might’ve mentioned it.”
