Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I can’t believe my ears when he moans, salivating over my cock as his eyes roll back, as if he’s never experienced pleasure greater than being allowed to give me head.
A gasp, soft, then sharper. He’s working half of my shaft into his mouth. Between the absolute luxury of his lips, and his hand slowly rolling my balls, I’m defenseless yet safe from the demons of my past. It’s as if I can’t hear the angry voice while my Angel is taking such good care of me.
I stroke his scalp with my fingertips, drowning in this perfect moment. I don’t blink, too greedy for the picture he makes. I might even regret we don’t have more light here, because I want to see every detail of his lips enveloping my cock.
“So… so good,” I grunt, and that’s it.
Holding his hair without force, I shoot straight into that delightful mouth. The orgasm goes from my balls, to my shaft, but then all the way up my spine, pleasure radiating all over my oversensitive skin. I don’t even notice that I’m pumping his wet hole, but he lets me do it, blissed-out with his eyes shut.
It was difficult to assess my situation while my cock was painfully hard, but now that I’ve emptied my balls, the sight of his swollen lips makes me borderline guilty as my beautiful boy stretches, pressing his cum-stained lips to mine.
I might be growing tired after coming, but I’m still so voracious for him I bite into the mouth offered to me and roll on top of him. My head rubs against the bottom of the bed as we kiss, but I don’t care. At least I know his body a little by now, so when I slide my hand down his pajama shorts, it’s not the first time I’m grabbing his cock.
He stirs at my touch, his mouth opening wide to my tongue as I press my thumb to the underside of his shaft and squeeze its girth. It’s heaven. I can smell his excitement as he rocks back and forth, descending the well of pleasure.
I want to give him anything he wants.
He moans into my lips as we kiss, and it’s as if our bodies are melting together. I taste my cum in his mouth, and sense the upcoming orgasm in the throbbing of his cock. I wish I could go again right now so my dick could be inside him when he comes. I hope I smell of him in the morning.
“Creep… that’s it… just like that…... change nothing,” he rasps against my lips, face hot and shiny with fresh sweat. He moves as if he wants me to enter him and fuck the cum out of him, but before I can wonder whether I could do that, he takes three deep breaths of my skin, and spunk shoots out of him, painting my wrist and forearm.
“Oh God…” I whine with joy and let go of him just to lick myself elbow to palm. “You’re so delicious.”
My beautiful boy is panting, spent, but his eyes belong to a predator that’s spotted its perfect victim. “You deserve this. My body. Me.”
I give him a lazy smile. I’m so pumped out I can’t even overthink his words. I settle on top, feeling that maybe he’s not wrong and I do deserve him. At least down here, in my dark little kingdom.
“Stay with me?”
He nods, rolling closer when I stretch out my arm, offering it to him as a pillow.
I’m so … happy. Can a monster even be this joyful? Or was he correct when he said I’m not a monster at all?
My eyelids feel heavy, and I’m drunk on Angel’s sweat and cum, but when he speaks, I’m right back to awareness. “I’m sorry I refused to go to the rally. I worried I might… not fit in there. But I want to go. Will you take me?”
I fight back the tears that want to form and nod. Everyone will see the man who chose me. “Yes. It will be so much fun, I promise you.” Parties have never been my thing, but Angel is a social butterfly. I can’t lock him in my cave, and I can’t just keep him in Vulture Hollow either. I want to see him happy, and dancing, and maybe even win a thing or two for him at the funfair.
Chapter 24
Angel
If a month ago someone had told me I’d be living in a community built around a biker club, and have a partner who’d trip over his own feet to make me happy, I’d have laughed in their face.
I’m also spending a lot of time pretending I’m passed out. It’s so Creep feels more comfortable exploring my body. The downside is that I can’t give him immediate feedback, though I have to admit he’s a very keen student of my form and pleasure despite all that. My man is insatiable and consumes my body in shameless ways that somehow never make me feel used or disrespected. Maybe because it’s so obvious he worships the ground I walk on? We might pretend I’m just a sleeping body, but Creep is attentive, and gentle, and focused on always making me come as he cherishes me with his lips, hands, with his entire body.