Page 118 of Exiled


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Grunting, I slip my hand out from between his legs, and snake it up his chest to clasp his neck, eliciting a little flinch.

His eyes flare with blatant interest as I shove his head deeper into the cushion, but I don’t seal his airway. I just hold him. My finger curled loosely around his delicate neck.

Bending down, I mash our noses together, my nostrils flaring with a quiet snarl.

His hot shaky pants skim my lips.

“Ffffuck,” I grit out through my teeth.

He thrusts up his hips, swiveling his hard cock against my equally hard length. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come again, but hell if my body’s not strung tight with desire. With the need to claim.

Our eyes clash, and something deep, heady, and knowing passes between us.

Something terrifying.

Something that has me turning my head at the last possible second, burying my face in his neck, and his hands coming around my back, nails biting into my skin.

He mouths at my shoulder, and I shudder, sinking my lower half onto his fully.

Shoving down the urge to claim his pretty lips, I crawl down his body, and take his cock into my mouth instead.

It’s still so unfamiliar—the full, surprisingly heavy weight of him. The way it stretches my lips, and brings an ache to my jaw, when I take him back as far as I can.

His pre-cum stains my tongue, awakening my taste buds.

He tastes so good, so sweet, and fuck, if I’m not addicted already.

Releasing his cock, I stroke it in my fist, and bring my other hand to my mouth, sucking my fingers into my mouth, getting them nice and wet.

“Hold still like a good boy, okay?”

A quiet, high-pitched whine sounds from the back of his throat, and he nods jerkily.

Sliding them between his cheeks, I guide his dick back to my lips.

This, we didn’t do in the shower. I only sucked him off.

It’s a lot smoother this time, compared to how it went down under the spray of hot water. I find a good rhythm almost immediately, and pay special attention to the little divot under his crown. Nudging my tongue at it in between suckling it in my mouth.

He whimpers, fingers twisting in the sheets. Like he’s trying so desperately not to grab my head and fuck the hell out of my throat.

Maybe next time,I think.

This time, I want to extract his pleasure myself.

“You’re being so good for me,” I breathe, kissing his shaft.

He spreads his thighs wider for me, lifting his butt up so I can reach his hole. “Th-thank you.”

I groan into a chuckle, burying my face in his groin. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

Massaging my spit into his crease, I run my nose through his pubes, inhaling him. His rim tenses, clenching around my fingertip, just like it strangled his earlier. “You’re so tense. You’re gonna have to relax if you want me in there,” I say, nuzzling his cock.

His chest expands with his deep inhale, and when it collapses, I feel the muscle give, allowing my finger to slide in up to the first knuckle.

Jesus Christ, that’s tight.

Groaning, I lean up and lap at his slit, catching a fresh burst of pre-cum.

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