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"It's good practice to use different kinds of weapons," he said. "If you can't use that, I wouldn't trust you with anything pointy."
"Like your cock?" If he was going to taunt me, I'd do the same to him.
He laughed. "I've heard it described lots of different ways: thick, hard, long, skilled, but never pointy."
"Are you the one using those words to describe your dick?" I asked. "I can't imagine anyone but you wanting to talk about it."
"Except you," he pointed out. "You're the one who brought my dick into this. Been thinking about it, have you? Imagining how it would feel to have me pounding into you?"
If I hadn't been before, I was now.
"It sounds like you're the one thinking about that." I stepped towards him, staff at the ready. "Do you think about me while you get yourself off?"
I feinted, making him step back. Judging by the expression on his face, that was exactly what he did. "Do you imagine yourself telling me to shut up and fuck you?"
He lunged forward, swiping at my midsection. I barely managed to jump out of the way. Thank the gods I was wearing pants and boots and not a dress and sandals. I would have fallen on my face. No doubt he'd enjoy that.
"I imagine myself telling you to shut the fuck up," he agreed. "Why are humans so mouthy?"
"Oh, so it's my mouth you think about?" I teased. "There's nothing wrong with imagining that, you know. What does it matter that I'm human?"
"It matters," he insisted.
"Why does it matter?" I pressed.
He shook his head and swung at me again. This time, he got the back of my legs. With a grunt of pain, I fell to my knees.
Before I could stand again, he was in front of me, the tent in his pants level with my eyes. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back.
"Yes, I fucking think about it,” he growled “I think about you choking on a mouthful of cock. My cock." He scowled down at me as though it was my fault where his mind went.
I looked back at him evenly. "Why don't you make me, then?" His cock was right there, straining against his pants. All he had to do was undo them. I wanted him to. Wanted to taste him. To hear him grunt as he thrust and ground into my mouth.
He gripped my hair tighter. He seemed to be at war with himself.
Finally he reached down with his other hand, unbuttoned the front of his pants and freed his erection.
Gods, he was bigger than Tavian. Thick, tip shining with pre-cum.
He pushed me forward until my mouth was against his tip. With a grunt, he pressed himself between my lips, forcing me to open my mouth and take him in.
I swiped my tongue over his slit, revelling in the taste of his juices. Pine and something spicy, like fennel. I groaned and started to suck him down to the back of my throat.
He grunted and thrust, guiding me in and out with his hand in my hair.
I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and, for the first time since we met, he didn't look angry. He was lost in concentration and bliss.
I ran a hand up his thigh and around to cup and massage his balls.
He groaned. "Hells. I knew your mouth would be worth fucking." That was the closest he'd come to admitting maybe he didn't hate all humans. He thrust harder and harder, each stroke hitting the back of my throat.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," he said breathlessly. "You're going to swallow down every fucking drop."
Yes please.
I sucked and licked harder, while my fingers wandered up and down and around his heavy balls.
He groaned and pounded frantically into my mouth before he came, squirting a flood of pearly cum into my mouth.
