Page 165 of I Will Mend You
“Why not set fire to their dicks?” I ask, with a spark of defiance.
“Because you’re going to stuff those cocks down their throats,” he replies with a sharp grin.
Bubbling laughter erupts from my throat, breaking the tension. A crushing weight lifts from my chest, and my spirits soar. How could I ever feel bad about myself with Xero watching my back?
This isn’t even dark humor. It’s a fucking plan.
I wrap my fingers around his shaft and pull him closer, making him jerk forward with a soft grunt. As I continue to stroke him, he lengthens and thickens at my touch. The temptation is too great, and I can’t resist adding a playful comment.
“What if I want yours? It’s so tempting. It even comes with lots of pretty jewelry.”
“My cock is not pretty,” he growls.
“Yes it is,” I say, holding his gaze. “Everything about you is pretty. Even your balls.” I grin, drawing my thumb along the sensitive skin beneath his Prince Albert.
He shivers. “How about you put it in that smart mouth?”
Licking my lips, I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the way he feels before taking him deeper. His taste is intoxicating—a blend of salt and musk, heightened by the heat of his arousal. I relish the way he twitches in my mouth, each movement igniting a spark of desire.
My clit throbs with anticipation, and the muscles of my pussy tighten. He doesn’t let me take it all at once. He guides me gently, letting me adjust to his size and shape as his hand rests on the back of my head.
“Good girl,” he groans, his fingers tangling in my curls. “Now, part those pretty lips and take me all the way.”
His voice is deep and commanding, sending a pulse of excitement straight to my core. I open wider, taking in as much of him as I can without gagging. His deep groan sends me a thrill of satisfaction as he hits the back of my throat.
Bobbing my head, I continue to take him in, using just the right amount of pressure and suction to drive him wild. With each swipe of my tongue, I control his reactions.
“You’re incredible,” he moans, his hips jerking. “So tight. So wet. So utterly irresistible.”
I hum, the vibration making him shudder. Even though he’s fully dressed and I’m the one kneeling before him only in my panties, I feel empowered. Right now, I control Xero’s pleasure. I own him.
Every swirl of my tongue causes his breath to hitch and his body to tremble. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder, my mouth working in tandem with the strokes of my hand.
His grip tightens in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper, his crown pushing against the muscles at the back of my throat. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I push through, determined to bring him to the edge.
“Eyes on me.”
I pull back just enough to lock gazes. His expression is raw, filled with a need so intense it makes my breath catch. His eyes burn with a molten intensity, and in them, I see my own reflection—a goddess, a temptress, a woman unafraid of her desires.
Gaze darkening with lust, he thrusts into my mouth. “You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Moaning, I swallow around his length, my own arousal building with his shudders and groans. They mingle with the snap and crackle of the fire, and the soft rustle of the wind.
“I’m going to take your throat, Amethyst. Do you want that? Do you want me to use you?”
“Yes,” I say around my mouthful. “Please.”
He tightens his grip in my hair, holding my head steady as he pulls back his hips. With a powerful thrust, he drives deep and hard into my mouth, meeting the resistance of a ring of muscle.
“Relax your throat, baby,” he says softly, his thumb caressing my cheek in a tender gesture. “Let me in.”
Nodding, I surrender to him, forcing my muscles to loosen, letting him slide further down my mouth. As he passes my gag reflex, we both groan.
“Just like that,” he rumbles.
He moves back and forth, taking control, each powerful thrust delivering a wave of pleasure. His taste, his scent, the feel of his cock stretching my lips—it’s intoxicating, making my core throb harder with need.
“Ah… you’re my good girl. My very special, little treat.”