Page 190 of King of Pain

His eyes are wild. Feral.

There he is.

“As much as I love that jersey on you,” he rasps, pushing it up my chest, “I need to see all of you.Playwith all of you. Take it off.”

He helps me peel it off, then spreads my legs and settles between them. Dipping his head, he kisses my abs, then grabs my cock, currently straining against the pouch of my jock.

He pulls the fabric aside and sucks the head into his mouth.

“Fuck.”

He moans around me and takes me to the back of his throat. My back arches and I fist the comforter, completely at this man’s mercy.

He releases me and moves lower, kissing his way down to my balls, sucking them gently as he strokes me.

He slides further down and starts to work my taint with that magic fucking tongue.

I trap his head between my thighs and squeeze like a vice. A low rumble comes from Ant’s throat. I huff a small laugh. His obsession with my lower body—it’s deep and it’s real.

Ant hooks his arms around my thighs and pulls them apart again, rising to his knees. Then he plants his hands on either side of my head; forehead pressed to mine. He rubs his nose against mine and looksthroughmy eyes—to somewhere deeper—and has a conversation with my soul.

I just nod.

Ant crashes his mouth to mine and slams his cock all the way to the base inside me.

I moan into his mouth as he begins a punishing rhythm of long, deep strokes.

After what feels like five straight minutes of kissing through the fucking, Ant snakes his arms under my back and grips my shoulder blades.

Oh fuck.

My toes curl and point at the ceiling as Ant uses the new angle to fuck the soul out of me.

He drops his mouth to my neck, latches on to his favorite spot, and sucks hard.

The room fills with the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin.

“H-holy shit, babe—”

Ant snarls against my neck, still marking me.

Then he flips us over like I weigh nothing.

I’m straddling him, knees spread wide. I lean back, burying him even deeper, and run my hands down his legs behind me to shift into a riding position.

Ant’s eyes flare with lust when I grab just above his ankles to steady myself and start gliding up and down, his cock hitting every nerve ending inside me.

I don’t dare touch myself. One brush and I’ll explode. I need to last. Ant is a marathon fucker. Where he gets his stamina from, I don’t know, but… yay, me!

Ant’s head falls back, neck cords taut, lost in the feel of me. I move my hands from his legs and shift forward, running my hands up his chest.

I still myself, savoring how deep he is.

Rubbing my thumb over the tattoo on his left pec, I can feel his heart racing beneath all that muscle.

Ant rubs circles into my thighs. “Do you need to stop? Take a break?”

I lick my lips and shake my head slowly. “No. I just like feeling you this deep.”