Page 49 of Starborn Husbands

“Asshole,” he murmurs.

His hand snaps to my groin, which only has a thin cotton layer to protect it. He gives a half-twist and sharp pain shoots through my nuts, with the promise of more if I don’t behave myself.

Sorry, baby. I don’t behave myself.

I’m swift to locate the soft flesh between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing him to let go, freeing my balls. “Can’t let you do that, sweetheart. Else how will I give you Orion starlets?”

Just as swiftly, I have a hand up under his throat, threatening his airway. His moan goes straight to my nuts, still aching with the remnants of his manhandling. My hand under his throat loosens, and his head snaps toward me, sharp teeth sink into the tender skin at the base of my neck.

Mother of fuckingowthat smarts. My thick fingers sink into the roots at the high point of his skull, and his skin strains from his feminine cheekbones to the edges of his face. I maneuver him like a puppet, opening his throat, sucking as blood drips over my collarbone, staining his back.

“Hands,” he says. “I want your hands.”

Got it. Hands all over him like gravel to scratch me onto his body.

I hold him firmly by the skull and use my free hand to tug at his open robe until I get an arm free. Then I draw a map over his torso down to his hip, dipping into the crease of his ass to see how much I’m arousing him.

“Fuck, you’re wet for me, baby.”

He whimpers, making needy little sounds. Anyone else would think they have him, but I know him too well.

“Ooaf!” A flare of pain runs up my torso. He’s got pointy fucking elbows. I meet pain with pain, shoving my fingers inside his wet little hole, releasing his head to clamp an arm around his waist.

“Mmm … mmm … mmmh!” he wails, kicking his legs, but meeting my thrusts at the same time, needing that hit against his prostate. I plant a firm palm on his chest, sullying him by holding him prisoner with my unscrupulous hand.

“That’s it, stick your ass out for me, baby. I can make this fun for you, or I can take what I want and leave you needy and wanting. Up to you.”

He sticks his ass out, but pulls it back just as fast, at war with himself. He wants me to give it to him. He wants me to take it from him.

“You’re only making yourself suffer, Gem. I’ll never fail at winning you, even if it’s from you.”

Something in his core relaxes, even while the rest of him’s strung out on arousal. His eyelids flutter closed. He breathes in. I slow my brutal pace, pawing all over him with my free hand, tweaking his nipples until he yelps. I need to taste him.

Smack!My hand collides with his ass, but the silk barrier mutes the sound I prefer.

“Up. Naked,” I demand.

I hop off the bed to ditch my clothes. Cotton brushes against the top of my foot and then my pants sail off into the corner.

Gem sucks his lower lip in as I leer at every square angle of his body. His face might possess some feminine qualities, but his body’s all masculine tenacity, firm with muscles meant for combat. He may not train as often as I do or find the need to use his skill as much as I do, but combat is what he trains for.

“On your forearms and knees. I want your ass in the air for me like it should be.” I stroke my cock a few times like I’m revving an engine, watching the bed dip with his weight, obeying prettily as he spreads his knees wide.

He gives a taunting wiggle. Okay, so still not quite obedient.

“Wider. Show me your hole. Beg me to use it.”

He spreads so wide that I can already see his pucker, but his fingers prying his own ass cheeks apart heightens the experience.

“Please, Sir. Use me. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours.”

I poke a thumb into the cute, wrinkled hole. It’s filthy and wet with his slick. I’m gonna make it filthier. “Already mine, Gem. This is just a reminder. How does it feel to be ass up begging for my cock?”

“D-Depraved. Wicked.”

My thumb is stained with … something. Motorbike grease? Don’t know. It debauches his nice clean hole, flush with shimmery slick. The skin around my cock tightens, craving the wetness. Fuck do I want to rub myself between those round cheeks. But his scent’s driving me crazy.

A hit of soft sweetness bursts over my tongue as I swirl it around and into his soaking hole. His screams are muted by the sheets, giving away just how sensitive his nerve endings are.