Page 78 of Taste of Blood

“Just for that I should make you wait longer.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

I grin as I squirt some of the lube in my hand and drive two fingers into his ass, running them up and down until I find his prostate again. He bucks up from the bed, his body straining against the rope.

“Jesus fuck.”

As much as I enjoy teasing him, I need to be buried in his ass. I remove my fingers and rub my cock up and down his crack.

“Just fuck me, Ash.”

I inch my head inside, past the outer ring of muscle before pausing. Feeling his tight hole gripping me like a vice.

It takes all my control not to thrust all the way in, but this is as much about him as it is me. About bringing him to the brink ofinsanity. His huge cock is leaking precum in a steady stream now that mixes with the blood I smeared there. Another beautiful sight, and I take a moment to fully appreciate it before ever so slowly thrusting forward, stuffing his ass full with my cock.

27: Cord

EVERYTHING IN THE world boils down to one singular, salient fact.

Asher’s thick cock is buried in my ass.

I can’t think past that. Past the feel of his rigid length sliding in and out of me. Past the slow burn of lust that consumes me.

I shouldn’t want him like this. I should have stayed away. I know what being near him will do, and yet I keep coming back.

He’s like an addiction.

An obsession.

One I’ve tried to get over. Hell, for ten fucking years I tried. And then one look from his damned green eyes.

One word from his smooth, southern drawl.

One whiff of his woodsy musk, and I’m hopeless.

A lost cause.

Wrecked.

My cock throbs with the need to come, but I want to make it last. To draw this moment out until I’m drowning in need. Until I lose all sense of self and become one with this craving desire that burns inside me whenever he’s near.

“You feel so good, baby,” he breathes in my ear, and I grow even harder at his voice. Surely my cock will explode, right? The skin around it is so tight it hurts. The feel of his body rubbing against it as he rails my ass is torture.

How does he do this to me? Maybe if I knew I could fight it. But do I even want that?

I know I say I do, but when we’re together, when we’re joined like this, it’s the best feeling in the world.

The only place I want to be.

His rhythm slows, pulling all the way out then slamming back in, his balls slapping against my taint as I clench my ass tight, trapping him. I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer and he chuckles softly, his lips finding mine, his tongue exploring my mouth.

Hungry.

Demanding.

His blood teeth nick my lip, then his mouth drifts lower, down my chin to my neck.

Marking me.