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I do. I want this power. I want to give Axel this pleasure. I feel it now: the warmth of his protection, the pride in his possession. I don’t want this to end too fast.
I stare up at him and let my drool glaze his tip before I gently brush my wet, puckered lips over it, slowly kissing then gently sucking his crown.
His eyelids drop, his blood-stained grip on my hair tightening. “You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Ruby. With my tip sliding over those plump, bratty lips of yours. Do you like finally being my good girl and sucking me off?”
I moan, my eyelids fluttering as I take my first inch of his length, his salt blessing my tongue for the first time.
“Oh,yes,you do. Such a good girl,” he praises. “Look at you. You like sucking your king’s cock, don’t you?” I moan again, and his lips part, relishing my obedience before he orders, “Touch your pussy, baby. Play with your pretty pussyand show me how much you love my cock fucking your mouth.”
I wrap one hand around his base, pumping his shaft while my other sinks between my spread thighs. My pussy is soaked, aching, and wanting him while I rub my hard clit, moaning with his mass in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes, Ruby.”
Slowly, Axel thrusts his hips, seeking more of my mouth. Lording over me, he looks too hot, he teases me too well, he tastes too good, finally demanding, “Now, be a good girl and sink your fingers into your wet pussy while you take every inch of my cock fucking your throat.”
I start slipping into the orgasm he coaxes. I plunge my fingers into my sex, my palm thrilling my excited clit. I let him watch me take his length, as much as I can, relaxing my throat, and letting him fuck it as sweet tears weep from the corner of my eyes.
Axel groans, the ice in his eyes igniting, fiery and feral, “Such a good fucking girl. Suck it, baby, and play with that pussy.” His pleasure looks so intense, so goddamn breathtaking that my orgasm hits me fast. I shudder, moaning with him in my mouth, my cunt and body clenching so hard, I have to fight not to clamp my jaw and bite him.
“Oh fuck, yes.” He cups my head, his hips starting to thrust harder. “Oh fuck, Ruby, you’re coming with my cock in your throat. Yes, baby, you’re going to swallow every drop of me.”
I’m ready. I’m willing. I want this. I moan for it and feel like I can come again, and he’s about to, but…
A loudYOWLechoes through his house.
I freeze, and so does Axel, our locked stares widening in shock, in realization.
“Sparky,” he rasps. “Oh fuck.”
I pull back, my spit webbed from his tip to my lips, my breath huffing, “She’s in labor.”
He throws his chin up, roaring, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Letting go of me, he clenches his fists like he needs to punch something. Not me. Not ever. I trust him.
But Axel looks like he’s going to blow a gasket, or blow something; he obviously needs to.
“Okay,” he groans with the most frustration I’ve ever heard from a man. “Okay, goddammit, it’s our cat and my karma.”
It’s so frustrating; it’s funny.
I fight my giggle while he winces, wedging his angry erection back into his pants and ripping his zipper up with a muttered curse before he helps me rise, naked and in heels, my body tingling with the need to release, too…
But not now.
I run up the stairs, and Axel follows. Rushing into his bedroom, we find Sparky yowling with low grunts in the corner of her box on the floor.
“I got her.” Axel drops to his knees, gently petting her before turning to me. His eyes brim with the hottest storm of frustration, humor, love, and excitement. “Get dressed, Wildfire. We’re about to be parents.”
I dash into my room and throw on jean shorts and a T-shirt, giggling when I overhear Axel lecture Sparky, “Listen here, pussy. Tomorrow, we’re going to have alongtalk about cockblocking and blue balls.”
Quickly, I return to his side, and he takes my hand, tugging me down on the rug beside him.
“Should we take her to the vet?” he worries, carefully soothing her.
But I pause, letting the memory of this terrifying beast with a blood-stained hand, who tortures with knives and salt,disappear while I let the sight of this beautiful man, who cares so deeply, invade my heart.
“She’s got this. We’re made to do this. Just…” I cup my hand over his. “Just love her … and don’t leave.”
He meets my eyes, his pause poignant. “I’ll never leave you.” The lump in my throat is sudden and sweet. “Do you want this?” He wraps his hand, caked in dried blood, over mine. “Life? Love? Lots of kids?”