18. Lilith #3
“I know, baby.” I’m still shaking when he puts my foot back down, then rises to his full height. “I’ve got you.”
“Please…”
His hand yanks on my hair as he brings me in for a kiss that should be dirty. Except it isn’t.
When I taste myself on him as he grinds his throbbing cock into me, I know nothing’s ever been more right.
“Get on your knees.” We’re both breathing hard. And though my mind is a mess, Alaric’s isn’t. He takes a step back before tugging on my hair as he lowers me to the floor. “Use that mouth like the filthy, horny girl you are.”
He could’ve said a lot of things. Sweet words. Praise.
And yet he chose this. It does unholy things to me, his dirty talk. My core flutters as if I didn’t come twice in the span of a few minutes.
The emptiness in my pussy is killing me, but Alaric’s needs are more important.
Alaric’s needs are fucking hot.
I still put up a fight, resist him a little. Just to catch the wicked glimmer in his eyes. The way his eyebrow quirks.
“Brat.”
It sounds for all the world like I love you. It’s why I stop resisting and submit, kneeling before him, my lips parted.
He makes me wait, and I don’t care one bit. It’s impossible to be upset when I have this view of him, from his face that’s pulled so tight it seems like he’s made of granite to his cock that’s thick, pulsing, and leaking for me.
“Going to love seeing these lips stretched around my cock.”
Cock barely leaves his mouth when he pulls on my hair and shoves himself deep down my throat.
My nails latch onto his strong thighs as I try to take every inch of him in. I’m choking and coughing before I manage to settle.
And though his cock throbs inside me, Alaric doesn’t move. He dips his chin, his dark eyes asking a silent, are you okay?
I hum my yes on his length.
“Jesus fuck,” he hisses before using my mouth for his pleasure.
He’s not gentle or kind about how he drags my head up and down his shaft. He simply takes. And takes. And takes.
“You have such a tight little throat.” The man who took my virginity in the alley is back. It excites and scares me too. He’s huge. “So. Good. So hot. So mine.”
Panic hits me when he thickens in my mouth, and I can hardly breathe. I gag, tears of effort and pain streaking my cheeks.
“Relax your throat.” Alaric doesn’t look disappointed when he pulls out. His dark affection, that’s what I see. It’s what settles me back into my body. “Or don’t. Either way, you’re going to let me keep fucking that pretty mouth, aren’t you?”
What should sound like a threat is the complete opposite coming from Alaric.
Again, he’s asking for my consent, despite being in his most out-of-control state.
“I am.”
He waits for me to open my mouth, and—
“That’s it.” He slams into me.
He doesn’t move my head anymore. He holds it in place as he thrusts into my mouth.
I choke and gag again, but I trust him to see me. To know when it’s too much. So I don’t resist. I want him to do it. I want the pain and the struggle too. I get so wet for it.
“That’s my girl. With your wet, hot mouth.” His hips rock forward without a shred of mercy. “With these pretty lips wrapped around me.”
Remembering what he said, I relax my throat further. I’m drooling. Black dots cloud the edges of my vision. But I don’t push him away. Hungry and desperate for his praise, I give myself to him.
“Suck, Lilith. Fucking suck me.” My attempts are rewarded with rougher, more demanding thrusts of his hips, more of his precum trickling down my throat. “Flatten your tongue on the underside of my cock. Just like that. Yes. Such a good girl.”
Each word is punctuated by a harsh thrust of his cock. By the press of his body as he moves against my lips.
“Going to come down your throat.” His voice is clipped, and his sculpted abs strain. “Going to feed you my cum.”
He curses, loud and throaty when he does, emptying himself into me. Listening to my darkest impulses, I swallow his seed until I have all of him inside me.
“Come here.” The way he lifts me is affectionate and the gentlest he’s ever been. His gaze searches mine as he hugs me with one arm around my back, the other hand soft on my jaw. “How are you?”
“When can we do it again?” I ask, because, fuck, that was fun.
A sweet, genuine laugh rumbles through his chest. Reaches his eyes. It takes me by surprise, and my heart swells. I slip my arms around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer.
“Next time we do it…” A kiss to my temple. “It’ll be tomorrow morning. I’ll wake you up with my cock buried inside your mouth. Or your pussy. I haven’t decided yet.”
“What?” I look up at him, pouting. “No more sex tonight?”
“I need to get some real food in you.” Alaric shoots me a gorgeous smile before giving me a deep, affectionate kiss. “Then it’s time for bed. You’ve had a long day, and you need rest. Okay?”
My smile is just as brilliant as his. “Okay.”
An hour later, we’re both tucked under his covers.
My body buzzes as satisfaction rolls through me.
So much so that I almost—almost—forget that thirty-one levels beneath us, Alaric’s biggest secret lies.
Or, more accurately, bound to a chair.