Chapter 4 #6
Spit gathered at the edge of his lips, and he let it fall, a hot string landing right in my mouth.
My throat worked, swallowing him down, the taste of him thick and salty, a filthy benediction.
He spat again, slower this time, letting it slide over my tongue.
“Swallow, good boy. Daddy wants you messy for him.”
I shuddered, need crackling through my whole body, hand already fisting my cock for relief. His grip stopped me, pinning my wrist to my thigh, possessive and absolute. “No touching,” Edward growled, voice a snarl of warning and praise. “You’re mine to play with. Mine to use.”
His cock pressed against my lips, heavy and insistent, veins throbbing beneath my tongue.
I licked the head, tasting salt and musk, swirling my tongue over the slit until he hissed in approval.
Fingers tangled in my curls, guiding my head, not forcing, just anchoring me in place as I took him into my mouth.
I started slow, savoring the taste, the stretch of my jaw as I eased down inch by inch.
His hand never left my hair, thumb stroking my cheek as I worked him deeper, letting him fill my throat.
The first thrust had me gagging, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth, but I forced myself down, eager to take more, show him just how hungry I was for it.
His praise was low and rough, the words spilling out unchecked. “Such a pretty mouth. Built to serve. Fuck, you take me so well, Miles—choke on it, sweetheart, that’s it.”
I let him use me, let him guide my head, set the pace.
My hands slid up his thighs, fingers digging into taut muscle, feeling the power coiled beneath his skin.
My palm drifted higher, stroking up his side, over the line of his abs, up to his chest, where I could feel his heart hammering wild and fast. The connection made me dizzy—so much want, so much ownership, like I was being branded from the inside out.
His hips started to move, shallow thrusts at first, just enough to tease my lips. I hollowed my cheeks, tongue lapping at the underside, tasting him everywhere. Each time I took him deeper, the praise came—low, filthy, full of need. “Daddy’s good boy. Swallow it, make a mess for me.”
I choked, spit running down my chin, desperate and messy, needy for every drop.
The head of his cock pressed into my throat, and I swallowed around him, making him groan, fingers flexing tight in my hair.
My jaw ached, throat raw, but I couldn’t get enough.
The smell, the taste, the weight of him in my mouth—all of it drove me higher, made my cock throb, untouched, aching for release.
A hand slipped down, cupping my chin, thumb rubbing over my slick lips, gathering spit and smearing it across my cheek.
“So fucking perfect. You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?
” His voice was possessive, reverent, like he still couldn’t believe he had me here—kneeling, hungry, desperate for more.
I hummed around him, sucking harder, letting him fuck my mouth the way he wanted.
He thrust in, slow at first, then faster, the rhythm growing wild.
My nose pressed to his belly, the scent of his sweat and cologne burning in my lungs.
My tongue flattened, licking everywhere I could reach, every inch I could worship.
“Take a breath, sweetheart,” he commanded, and I obeyed, pulling back just enough to gasp in air, spit connecting us in a messy string. His cock slapped my cheek, precum smearing across my skin, and I nearly moaned at the filth of it.
“Beg for it,” Edward demanded, voice gone low and dangerous. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Words poured out of me, raw and desperate. “Please, daddy, want your cock, want to taste your cum, need you to ruin me—fuck my face, use me, make me your filthy boy.”
A dark, satisfied laugh shook his chest. “You’re fucking perfect, Miles. Perfect little cockslut. Made to serve, made to be filled.” He thrust back in, cock forcing my mouth open, burying himself to the root, holding me there until my throat fluttered, spit dripping down to stain my chest.
My hands couldn’t stay still—I needed to touch, to claim what was being given. One hand drifted up, circling his nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. The other squeezed his thigh, feeling the muscle jump beneath my touch. His chest heaved, abs flexed, every inch of him alive beneath my hands.
He pulled out with a gasp, cock flushed, leaking, shining with spit. His thumb caught another string of drool, smearing it over my lips, then pressing into my mouth for me to suck. The taste was all him, sharp and thick, and I moaned around his thumb, eyes fluttering closed in bliss.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered, voice sharp, hungry. I scrambled up, dizzy and desperate, barely making it onto the mattress before he was on me, pinning me down, his body a wall of heat and want.
Legs were spread wide, my hole aching, raw and open, begging to be filled. He knelt between my thighs, lining himself up, the head of his cock slick and heavy against my entrance.
A pause, just long enough for his eyes to meet mine, blazing with the promise of everything he was about to take.
“Gonna breed you now, sweetheart,” Edward growled, his voice barely human. “Gonna fuck you so full.”
Thighs trembled with anticipation as Edward hovered above, his gaze full of dark promise, hunger carving out every inch between us.
Instead of pushing inside, his mouth found my stomach first, biting and licking a messy trail up to my chest, tongue swirling a wet path over every line of muscle and sweat.
Teeth grazed a nipple, sending a sharp current straight to my cock, already straining, leaking against my belly.
My fingers tangled in his hair, urging him anywhere, everywhere, desperate to be consumed.
His tongue circled the other nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise, lips dragging down my ribs, then dipping into the hollow of my hip.
The worship was hungry, almost greedy, and it left my skin buzzing with electricity.
Open-mouthed kisses pressed into the crease of my thigh, then lower, nuzzling into the sparse hair, inhaling like he wanted my scent imprinted on his soul.
A deep groan escaped him. “So fucking addictive. I could feast on you for hours.” His breath bathed my skin, warm and promising, words settling in my bones like a brand.
Fingers found the backs of my knees, shoving them up toward my chest, spreading me wide for his mouth.
He dove in, tongue slicking over my rim, lapping up the mess he’d already made, humming low and filthy at the taste.
My back arched, every muscle burning, hole fluttering for him, open and desperate.
He spat, letting it drip and slide down, tongue working in circles, fucking inside, relentless.
Every flick, every swirl, every filthy promise in the movement made me whimper, brain empty but for the heat of his mouth and the need pounding through my body.
A pause as he pulled back, glistening lips curling into a wild, wicked grin. “You want me to ruin you, don’t you? Want me to split you open, fill you so deep you’ll be dripping for days.”
Nodding, barely able to form words, I begged—voice hoarse, raw, needy. “Please. Don’t make me wait. Want you inside. Need you to fuck me, claim me, breed me. Want it so bad, I can’t think—just need you, daddy.”
Praise fell from his mouth like a benediction.
“Such a good boy. My filthy, desperate boy.” He reached to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube, and the sound of the cap popping open echoed like thunder in my ears.
Cold slick dripped down my crack, Edward’s fingers working it inside, stretching me wider, prepping me fast but careful.
His need thrummed in every touch, and mine met it, wild and reckless.
Catching my ankles, he pressed them up and out, folding me nearly in half, baring me completely.
The head of his cock teased at my entrance, not pushing in yet—just enough pressure to set my nerves alight, to make me gasp and clench.
The anticipation made me shake, sweat pooling at my lower back, cock throbbing, dribbling slick all over my stomach.
Edward’s grip tightened, breath hot against my skin as he kissed the inside of my knee, then lower, mouthing along my inner thigh.
He coated his cock in lube, fist working slow, then lined up, the fat tip pressing, testing, demanding surrender.
No warning, no hesitation, just a slow, ruthless push, the head splitting me open, stretching me around him.
Pain flared, sweet and sharp, fading as he buried himself deeper, inch by inch, until my body gave, letting him in, surrendering to the stretch.
Full—so fucking full I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but shudder and take it.
“God, yes,” I choked, clawing at his shoulders, desperate for more, for everything.
Edward’s control snapped, hips driving forward, bottoming out with a filthy, wet slap.
The stretch burned, then gave way to something incandescent, pleasure clawing up my spine, making my cock jerk, my body sing.
He held still for a beat, letting me feel every thick, throbbing inch, then began to move—deep, brutal strokes that set the bed rocking, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Each thrust forced a helpless sound from my throat—gasps, moans, curses, praise and filth blurring together as he fucked me open, raw and desperate.
My legs trembled, calves pressed to his broad shoulders, body folded tight, hole clinging to him every time he drew back, then swallowing him whole with every punishing drive forward.
Words tumbled from his mouth, hot and dark and so fucking dirty. “You feel that? How you’re stretched so wide, how you suck me in, like you were made for this—made to be filled, used, bred by me.”