Page 126 of King of Hollywood
My cock jerked, and all I could think about was sinking into him.
Of fucking him.
Of making him whine and bounce on my lap.
Impatient, I pulled my fingers out. Felix grunted, shifting his hips wider when I tapped his thighs. As if he’d done it a thousand times—because he had—he arched his back. His lovely ass shifted, cheeks parting to give me room to work. Meanwhile, his fingers dug into my shoulders, and—oh fuck, yes. Yes, yes. Sweet, slick, delicious, Felix’s hole glided down with a practiced swivel of his hips to kiss the aching head of my cock.
I grunted, flexing into him immediately—my natural reaction to feeling something slick, tight, wet. Felix gasped out, my crown popping in.
“You have such a nice, fat cock,” he shuddered, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
I grunted, still biting into his shoulder, worrying the flesh there as my eyes pinched shut. I grabbed his hips with both hands, then in one swift movement, plunged him down onto my aching prick.
“Fuck,” Felix gasped out, his tight grip growing slack as he ground down into me. My perfect little, fangy cock slut. His lovely, peculiar teeth flashed as his head tossed back and he groaned. And then I was…just…fuck yes.
In, in, in.
I slapped him down onto my pelvis, grinding, fucking, chasing oblivion in the tightness of his body. Our skin was sweaty, slick, sticky as I pounded up into him hard enough his eyes rolled back. He liked it rough as much as I did—and we’d both been wanting this all day.
Husbands.
Together.
For the first time.
“Marshall—” Felix gasped out, my name music on his lips. He dropped his head back down, his eyes black with lust, lips flushed and kissable. I released his shoulder, more than a little pleased that it took a couple seconds for the bite I’d left to disappear.
“I want it,” I promised him, watching his fangs glint, my pulse racing. I couldn’t stop fucking him. I couldn’t. My hips had a mind of their own, slapping into him with a rabid, feral rhythm that made him choke and stutter. “Give it to me.”
Forever was so close.
“Marshall—” Felix sobbed, dropping down, his lips dragging over my neck, a slow tantalizing glide.
“I’ll give you everything,” I promised through gritted teeth. “Just—please.”
This was it.
This was the end.
I was about to die.
To be reborn.
I’d waited, waited, waited for this.
I’d ached for this.
I’d needed this.
And here…we were.
At the precipice of something new, something beautiful, something intimidating and evil—but wonderful. The concept of living forever would’ve been intimidating if I had not known I’d be spending eternity with the lovely man currently squeezing my dick.
But I did know that.
I knew that forever with him was better than anything alone.
When Felix’s teeth sliced into my neck, it felt different than before. Sure, he’d fed from me so many times I’d lost count. (608 times—I lied.) There was an air of warmth in the air, flickering, electric. Excitement thrummed through my veins, making me jittery and needy, and my stuttering hips even greedier.
