Slamming, grinding, holding him in place with my hand around his throat.
“Ungh… fuck,” he rasped against my grip, as he fisted my cock viciously, until I was pumping into his hand and riding him ferociously at the same time.
I was nearly delirious with so much sensation and intensity when I shifted and his cock hit my prostate. I slammed down harder and harder, rougher and rougher, as ecstasy clawed at my insides, radiating out everywhere.
I released his throat, then grasped his shoulder and held him to me.
His hand became a vibrating force of motion around my cock.
And then it was too much—I detonated, spurting into his hand.
Just coming and coming until my cum was dribbling down all over his fingers and everywhere.
He lurched, grabbing at my nape, a moment before I was gasping at the sensation of him coming deep in my ass.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt and my body relished it, another surge of pleasure taking me over. Winter’s eyes widened as I came again, all over him this time.
Shuddering from all the intensity, I went to ease off him, only to have him lift me off himself, then dive down onto me and ravenously devour all the stickiness covering my cock. It had me writhing and crying out. “Winter… damnation!Ah! Ah! Ah!”
I was utterly boneless by the time he laid me down beside him on the bed.
His arms were around me in the next moment in an astoundingly protective embrace.
I turned my head and licked at some of the cum on his chest, tasting my own.
His hand brushed my ass. Then he brought his fingers to my lips. I opened and he fed me his cum. I licked up every drop and swallowed it down.
“I never would have thought it,” I breathed, relaxing against him.
“What’s that?”
“That you possessed a filthy side.”
“Is it too much?”
“If it was, I wouldn’t have allowed you to feed me in that manner.”
Relief flooded his handsome features. “Yeah. True.”
I reached out and stroked his cheek. “Don’t censor yourself for others. Do you hear me,little death?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
Emotion welled in his eyes and he blinked it away.
I tightened my hold on him. “All will be well.”
“Will you be here… in the morning?”
I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I mean, I know it’s your room, but you could take off until I wake up and let myself out, and then—”
I grasped his jaw. “Look at me,” I commanded when he kept his gaze focused on the heavy black velvet drapes I had covering the arched window to the left of the bed.
Those magnificent amethyst orbs flicked back to mine.
“I. Will. See. You. In. The. Morning.” I brushed my lips over his. “Are we clear?”
