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While resting on my heels, I pressed my hands on the inside of his thighs, forcing his legs even wider so I could admire his cock in its full glory. It truly was the best cock I had ever seen. It was a darker green than the rest of his body, probably thanks to all the extra blood that pooled there, and had a thick vein running from root to tip. His balls hung below, already tightening against his body. I know he said it’s been a while since he’d been with someone, but I could tell I wouldn’t have to work him long before he reached his release.
Which made me a little sad, because I was planning on enjoying this just as much as him.
“You really don’t have to do this,” he said gently. It was his last attempt at whatever internal struggle he was dealing with, though it wasn’t much of a fight because when I looked up, Ansel already had his eyes closed and his head tipped back, resting against the wall and ready to enjoy whatever I had planned.
I chuckled to myself. “I know,” I said softly, leaning down to press a kiss against the side of his shaft. “Plus, I’m really only doing this for me. I’m really selfish when it comes to sexy times, if you haven’t noticed.” Ansel shivered as my breath tickled his skin.
“It’s not selfish,” Ansel murmured, his eyes still closed. “It’s just time someone spoiled you, that’s all.”
His words struck deeper than I was expecting. My chest tightened as happy tears prickled in the corner of my eyes. Ansel was so sweet; I couldn’t believe how quickly I was falling for him. I swallowed thickly, giving myself a moment to compose myself. “And now it’s time for me to spoil you.”
I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, the tips of my fingers barely touching, and stroked him from base to tip. He let out a small groan from that small movement, a bead of moisture appearing at his slit. Ansel hissed through his teeth as I dipped my head, lapping up the bead of moisture with my tongue.
Yup. He’s not going to last very long at all.
As if reading my thoughts, he added, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. So be… gentle with me.”
“I’ll be as gentle with you as you were with me last night.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, sweetling.” The word sweetling faded into a deep and guttural groan as I took the head of his cock in my mouth again, swirling my tongue around his tip. More saltiness filled my mouth as I teased him like that, refusing to sink my lips any farther than past the mushroom-shaped tip.
It was cruel, I know, but after the teasing he had put me through, he deserved a taste of his own medicine.
Ansel must have gotten tired of waiting. He threaded his fingers into my still wet hair and applied some pressure, willing me to take him deeper. I immediately obeyed, relaxing the muscles around my jaw and sinking lower on his cock. He was so thick, the corners of my lips burned from being stretched so obscenely wide, but I forced myself to go farther, stopping when the tip of his cock bumped the back of my throat.
I froze, waiting for my sore throat to throb with pain. The injury must have been only skin deep, because besides the faint feeling of wanting to gag that I got when going too deep during BJs, I felt perfectly fine.
I slid my lips back up his shaft with renewed vigor, licking and nibbling the velvety skin as I moved. I slammed down on his cock again—moving up and down until I found my rhythm—earning a growl from Ansel. He bucked against me as I slammed down again on his cock, his tip hitting the back of my throat.
“Just like that, that’s my girl,” he growled, digging his fingers deeper and grabbing the back of my hair with his fist. “You like being filled with my cock, don’t you? You dirty little slut. You pretend to be such a proper little faerie, but I know deep down you’re just a little slut needing her mouth filled, aren’t you?”
I moaned my confirmation against his skin. This was the first time he’d spoken such dirty words to me, and I felt myself completely unraveling in front of him. Was it possible to come just from someone’s words? Just the deep scratch of his voice was enough to push me close to the edge. My pussy pulsed beneath me, aching to be touched. I resisted the urge to rock back on my heels, giving myself the friction my body needed. Not now. My focus was entirely on Ansel and his pleasure.
Tears prickled in the corners of my eyes as I took him faster, pausing now and then to suck and lick his cockhead. I massaged his balls; the skin there stretched so tight against his body I knew he was ready to blow any second.
“I’m going to come, lass,” he grunted out; his stomach muscles jumping as the rest of his body tensed. “You better get off—” He cut himself off with a low moan as hot liquid filled my mouth.
I remained clamped on his shaft as his body jerked. When his waves of pleasure subsided, I removed my mouth from his cock, making a wet pop. I held his bewildered gaze as I swallowed down his essence in one big gulp. I licked my lips, giving him a smug little smile. This had been my plan all along—enjoying his pleasure to the very last drop—but the surprised look on his face was just the cherry on top.
That’s right, I’m not just some proper fae. I am his dirty little slut, and I hold that title with pride.
He stared at me for a long moment, his chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath. The moisture, from either the shower or his own sweat, glistened against the green muscles on his chest, making his skin almost glow. Ansel’s eyes softened as he brushed a wet piece of hair out of my eyes.
Without a word, he grabbed my arms and pulled me into his chest. He captured my mouth in a deep, fierce kiss that took my breath away. His body felt so warm, and I just wanted to stay in this shower forever with him.
“The drop is in two days?!” Liam’s voice echoed through the ground floor of the warehouse. I jumped at the sudden noise, almost dropping the bowl of cereal I was carrying to the folding table where Ansel, Liam, and Demie were sitting. I had listened from the kitchenette as Ansel conducted his meeting, catching them up on everything that had happened with Felix last night. That was until he had told them when the next drop would be. Two days? I was just as shocked as Liam.
“Technically less than that. If the drop is at 11 o’clock in the evening, we only have forty-seven hours,” Demie said gently, the color of his face looking more gray than green.
Liam held Ansel’s gaze. As always, Ansel looked annoyingly unfazed, leaning back in his metal chair with his arms folded, whereas Liam was seconds away from suffering a brain aneurysm. “Boss, it’s—it’s not possible. Even with a month to prepare, this would be suicide. But two days?! We might as well drive up to Gregor’s house with signs taped to our chests that say ‘please shoot here.’ No,” he added again, firmly. “This isn’t going to work. We need a different plan.”
“We’ve been doing this for a year, Liam,” Ansel said slowly. “We don’t have another plan. This is the only chance we get. Gregor’s calling all hands on deck to be at this next shipment. This is the only time we know his security is going to be bare enough for us to sneak in. So, either you’re helping me or not. It doesn’t matter either way; I’m still moving forward.”
The chair legs screeched a little too loud as I sat down next to Ansel with my breakfast. Though right now, I was a little too sick to eat. I guess I hadn’t realized how dire things really were for them even with all these odds in their favor. It still didn’t sound like enough—
“What are you doing down here?” Liam barked, turning his glare to me.
I shouldn’t take it personally. It was classic textbook displaced anger, but it didn’t mean Liam had to be such a dick. And just when I was about to open my mouth and point out Liam was the only voice of reason in this meeting…
