Darcy arches a brow. “You could have left them in the bedroom. I like fucking on beds, you know?”
I push my pants down to show off my sexiness, rubbing my erection over the fabric hiding it from view. “I enjoy kneeling on my couch. It’s super comfy.”
Darcy watches my hand move over my chubby. “Are those superhero underwear?”
I show him the symbol my hand was hiding, smiling widely at the laugh it elicits from him. “I’d make an excellent Green Lantern.”
“You might. Show me what you’re hiding,” he urges, adjusting his own dick.
With Darcy’s attention riveted on me, I push my underwear down to my thighs and stroke my cock until it’s standing up at an angle, ready and raring.
Darcy’s pupils expand as he eyes the action and his cheeks flush with arousal. “Oh, look at you, Peach. Yer lovely, ain’tcha?”
He climbs off the couch, reaching for me. I give him full access to my cock, and he strokes it, stopping at the tip to play with it, sending pleasure chills running over my skin.
I groan in pleasure. I love having my cock touched. “Ng. So good.”
“Where is your lube?” Darcy demands, pushing my shirt open and licking my nipple.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I whine, watching him mouth my skin.
“Lube?” he demands again, and I pull a little bottle out of my pocket—his dick is massive and I haven’t been railed in a few months, so I need a lot of lube—and give it to him.
As soon as he takes it, I kneel on the couch, bending over and sticking my ass out. I really want this, and I need him to get started right away.
Darcy smacks my ass, grabbing the bouncy cheek and jiggling it like his own personal fidget toy.
“Yeah. I like that.” Good communication is the key to good sex, and I’m an excellent communicator. “I like having my ass played with. You can bite me, and I love a good rimming, but I know that’s not for everyone.”
Darcy snorts. “Peach, I’m over seven thousand years old; rimmin’ is a specialty.”
“Fuck yeah. Seven thousand years of experience? I bet you’re the best at sex.”
Darcy’s low chuckle rumbles through me and I shiver in anticipation of what he could do with that while his mouth is on me. “I’m fixin’ to eat this juicy ass and fuck ya til yer walking funny.”
I groan, fully on board for this level of sexscapade. “Please do.”
Darcy smacks my ass again, grabbing it like before. “My bite’s gon’ make this a lot easier. You good with that?”
I don’t know what that means, but I already told him biting was a go, and anything to make taking that monster cock of his is good. I should have had him grab some poppers now that I’m thinking about it. Next time. “Yeah, I’m good with that.”
Gripping both cheeks, he spreads them wide, exposing my needy little hole. Desperation builds up in me in anticipation of whatever he’s going to do.
“Please,” I hiss.
“Oh, Peach,” he rumbles back. His teeth sink into my ass cheek, and I squeal, surprised by the bite and pain of it. I—I think he really bit me. Blood and everything.
Aaaaannnd that tracks, honestly. He’s a blood witch or something, right?
Outward from the pain of the bite, a wave of tingling pleasure spreads, pulling up goosebumps on my skin from my ass to my head and down to my toes. For a few seconds it leaves me a little light-headed, and heat gathers in my core, growing warmer by the second until it culminates in a gentle explosion of warmth that spreads to every muscle in my body and relaxes me on a wave of pleasure…
“Holy father of gay baby jeezus!” Is this guy venomous and does his venom make people horny?
Darcy laughs. “That’s a new one for me. You like?”
“What’s not to l—IKE!” I shout that last syllable when he swipes his tongue over my asshole, bottom to top.
Darcy doesn’t reply with words, but his tongue speaks loudly, proving his absolute expertise in the art of tonguing a guy’s hole. He laves and swirls, pokes and massages, and hums in that deep fucking voice of his like he’s the king of rimming. I swear I love a good tonguing, but this is next level. I’ve never come from a tongue in my ass, but he might get me there.
