25. Bloom #3
He fucked my throat from above with long, punishing strokes.
He pulled almost completely out before burying himself to the hilt again.
The angle allowed him to go deeper than before.
I gripped the tangled sheets on the bed to ground myself.
My hands formed tight fists in the fabric.
I could not breathe through my mouth, so I pulled short, frantic breaths through my nose.
The dominance of the act was overwhelming.
He controlled my air and my body. He set a brutal pace.
He slapped his wet groin against my face with every downward thrust. The spit and the pre-come made everything slick and loud.
He grunted with every deep plunge. I felt the muscles of his thighs bunching against my cheeks.
I loved the raw passion in his movements. He was completely lost in the sensation. I moaned around his thick shaft. The sound vibrated against his skin. He felt the vibration and thrust even harder. He fucked my face like he wanted to leave a permanent mark on my soul.
He kept his hand locked tightly on my jaw.
He guided every movement to ensure I took every inch of him.
The friction and the heat built into a frantic crescendo.
My own cock throbbed painfully against my stomach.
I was completely consumed by the taste of him and the heavy weight of his body pressing down on me.
I surrendered entirely to his rhythm, letting him use my throat until we were both completely wrecked by the intensity of it all.
Draco did not slow down. He became entirely feral. His grip on my jaw tightened until I felt the pressure in my bones. He pulled my head up slightly to meet his brutal downward thrusts. The wet slapping of his groin against my face echoed like gunshots in the quiet room.
“Yeah, suck that cock,” Draco snarled. His voice was a dark, vibrating rumble that shook my chest. “Suck that big fucking cock, baby.”
I whimpered around his thick shaft. The sound only egged him on.
He drove his hips forward with a violent snap.
He buried his heavy length so deep I thought I would choke.
He held himself there for a agonizing second.
He let me feel the absolute staggering girth of him stretching my throat wide open.
My eyes watered and my vision blurred. I wanted exactly that. I wanted him to ruin me completely. I opened my mouth wider and silently begged for more.
Draco let out a ragged breath. He grabbed my shoulders and hauled me up from the edge of the bed.
The world spun for a second as the blood rushed out of my head.
He did not give me time to recover. He manhandled me with an ancient, terrifying strength.
He flipped me over onto my stomach. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backward until I was on my hands and knees.
He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over me. He reversed our positions completely. He settled his heavy body over my back. He pushed my head down toward his groin. I understood the silent command immediately. We were in a perfect 69 position.
I opened my mouth and took his massive cock right back in.
I was desperate to taste him again. I let my saliva flow freely.
I drooled all over his thick shaft and his heavy balls.
The wetness coated his skin and dripped down onto my own face.
It was entirely sloppy and degrading, and I loved every second of it.
I swirled my tongue around the thick ridge.
I sucked hard on the sensitive underside.
At the same time, Draco buried his face in my ass. He grabbed my hips and spread my cheeks wide open. His hot breath hit my tight pink hole. A violent shiver ran down my spine. Then his wet tongue pressed against my sensitive flesh.
I let out a loud, muffled groan around his cock. Draco licked me with a starving desperation. He pushed his tongue deep inside me. He tasted me thoroughly. He dragged his tongue up and down the sensitive cleft. He cleaned up the slick sweat and the natural wetness of my arousal.
“You are so tight,” Draco murmured against my skin. The vibration of his voice traveled straight to my groin. “I cannot stop thinking about breeding this tight little hole. I want to fill you up.”
The dirty words sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. I sucked his cock harder. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deep as the awkward angle allowed. I cupped his heavy balls and massaged them gently. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me.
Draco pushed two thick fingers into my mouth. I sucked them wet eagerly. I coated his skin with my thick saliva. He pulled his fingers out and reached down to my ass. He pressed the wet digits against my tight entrance. He pushed forward slowly.
I gasped as his thick fingers breached my hole. He stretched me open with a careful, deliberate pressure. He added a third finger. He scissored them open inside me. He prepared me for the massive girth of his cock. He hit a deep, sensitive spot inside me. My entire body jerked.
“Yes,” Draco growled. He felt my reaction and targeted the spot mercilessly. He curled his fingers and stroked my prostate with a firm, rhythmic pressure.
I lost my mind completely. I sucked his cock with a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm. I drooled everywhere. The thick saliva pooled on his stomach and soaked into the sheets. I did not care. I was entirely consumed by the blinding pleasure.
Draco kept eating my ass while he fingered me.
His tongue swirled around his moving fingers.
He created a wet, sloppy mess of his own.
He sucked on my sensitive hole. He treated my body like a delicacy he had been craving for centuries.
The combination of his hot mouth and his thick fingers was devastating.
I thrashed against the mattress. My hips bucked wildly against his hand. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed his heavy weight pinning me down. I needed his massive cock stretching me wide open.
I pulled back from his massive cock with a loud, wet gasp.
The sudden loss of his heat in my mouth was jarring, but a different kind of hunger had taken over my body.
I scrambled backward on the tangled sheets.
I pulled my wet hole off his thick fingers before he could protest the sudden shift in our dynamic.
I crawled over his chest and pushed his broad shoulders flat against the mattress.
Draco looked up at me with dark, blown-out eyes.
He let me take the dominant position. I grabbed both of his large wrists and pinned his hands flat onto the pillows above his head.
He possessed the strength to throw me across the room, but he surrendered his control to me entirely.
He stretched out under my weight, exposing his pale, muscular torso to my hungry gaze.
I leaned down and buried my face in his chest. I dragged my nose through the thick, dark hair that covered his pectoral muscles. I sniffed him like a starving animal. I wanted to map every single scent that belonged to him.
I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue across his collarbone.
I tasted the salt on his skin and the lingering metallic tang of my own blood.
I gathered a mouthful of saliva and spit it directly onto the center of his chest. The wet smack echoed in the quiet room.
I used my tongue to spread the thick spit through his chest hair.
I licked a path downward, savoring the slick friction.
I moved back up and targeted his nipples.
The small, dark peaks were already hard.
I pinched the right one between my teeth and bit down.
Draco let out a deep, vibrating groan. I flicked my tongue over the sensitive bud, soothing the bite before sucking it fully into my mouth.
I pulled hard. I flicked the tight peak with the flat of my tongue until his hips twitched beneath me.
I moved to the left nipple and gave it the exact same ruthless attention.
“You are incredible,” I whispered against his skin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
I kissed the hard planes of his stomach.
I worshiped the defined ridges of his abdominal muscles.
I traced the faint, newly healed scar where the silver blade had pierced him earlier tonight.
I pressed a tender kiss to the smooth skin there.
The contrast between my rough worship and my gentle affection made his breath catch.
I moved my attention to his arms. His biceps were thick and heavily corded with muscle. I pressed my lips to the swell of his right arm.
“Flex for me,” I demanded. My voice was raspy and dark. “Show me your strength, Draco.”
A low rumble of pure masculine pride vibrated in his chest. He tightened his arms. The thick muscles in his biceps bunched and bulged beneath his pale skin.
The sheer size of him was magnificent. I groaned at the display.
I pressed open-mouthed kisses all over the solid, flexing muscle.
I bit the hard flesh, leaving light, red marks across his bicep.
I worshiped his power. I wanted him to know exactly how much his strength turned me on.
I shifted my weight and moved higher up his side.
I buried my face directly into his right armpit.
The scent here was incredibly potent. It was pure, concentrated musk and heavy sweat.
I inhaled it greedily. The smell drove me absolutely feral.
I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue deep into the hollow of his underarm.
Draco arched his back off the bed. A ragged sigh tore from his throat.
I licked the salty sweat from the dark hair there.
I tasted the raw essence of him. I sucked the sensitive skin, eating him out with a sloppy, desperate enthusiasm.
I loved the foul, beautiful taste of his exertion.
I covered the entire area with my saliva, making a wet, messy display of my absolute devotion.