Slowly, I drift back from somewhere far away.
The shy rake of nails against my thighs. Pillowy lips trailing down, down, down.
My eyes snap open as my hand flies forward, grabbing Veil harshly under her chin. She gasps, her gaze slamming into mine, and even in the veiled darkness, I find a new flame in her darkening eyes. She stares back at me, her mouth agape as I squeeze my fingers into her cheeks.
Her expression is resolute. I’ve never seen her like this, never this steadfast in her decision, and it feels almost as divine as her hand defiantly wrapping around my hardening cock.
“Veil Vulturine,” I muse tauntingly, her name holding all of the implications of this powerful moment.
“Don’t ruin this,” she whispers.
I suddenly feel the tightrope under us. One false move, and she’ll fall right back to her old self. I clench my jaw, the lust of finally having her like this overwhelming me. She continuesto fix me with her stare while her hand begins to stroke my throbbing shaft.
Slowly unfurling my fingers off her face, I let my hand fall to my side while Veil stays completely still, aside from her hand around my cock.
I swallow hard, my face serious. “Spit,” I order, my voice still raspy with sleep and rising pleasure.
She looks incredible like this—loose brown strands falling over her face, eyes ablaze with desire. She is sultry brought to life, powerful and lethal.
Gathering the saliva in her mouth, she purses her lips, her eyes still scorching a hole straight into my soul as she lets the spit slowly fall over the head of my cock.
Her palm smooths over my piercing before wrapping tightly around the shaft, spreading her spit all over my cock. My head falls back into the pillow, a small hiss of bliss escaping my lips as my stomach tightens with arousal.
The satisfaction of Veil finally caving to her base urges has my sensations intensifying into molten desire. She’s exactly where I want her to be, and when her lips wrap around my cock—oh—there’s nothing quite like it.
Toknow I’m the reason behind her acting like this, to know I’ve led her here—eating out of the palm of my hand, or more accurately, swallowing me whole—it makes the heady drag of her tongue down my shaft that much more enticing.
I have a sudden urge to clap the lights on. To watch with unobstructed vision how her cheeks hollow out as she swallows around me, pushing my cock deeper into her hot, wet mouth. I wish I could see the telltale flush on her cheeks. I settle on listening intently to the sounds she makes instead, worried that by turning on the lights, it would break the spell.
The low, humming moan she lets out while her mouth is still full of my cock shoots straight to my balls, and I lift my hipsin response. My hand finds the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair in a loose grip.
The slurp and small pop that follows when she pulls me out of her mouth makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. But it’s her words that finally do me in.
“I couldn’t wait to taste you,” she mutters under her breath. There’s awe in her tone, and I’m almost positive she hasn’t realized that she said the words out loud.
A surge of possessiveness flares in my chest, and it leaves me breathless. I don’t bother taming it. I flip Veil onto her back in seconds, and she lets out a small squeak. Jumping off the bed, I pull her toward me, just enough for her head to fall over the edge of the mattress.
I’m breathing hard as I look down, our eyes crashing into each other. Fisting the base of my cock, I notch the head against her closed mouth, spreading her spit all over her lips.
“Let me have more of you, pet,” I say through gritted teeth, my self-control just about ready to snap. “I need to be deep inside your throat when you swallow my cum.”
I’ve barely finished speaking before her chin lifts, and her lips wrap around my cock, her tongue swirling over the head as a taunting invitation.
I hum with approval, my hand stroking her exposed throat. “Relax for me,” I coo as I slowly push myself inside.
When the tip hits the back of her throat, she gags around me, and I continue to caress her throat. Soothing her. Shushing her.
I can hardly recognize the tone of my own voice.
I feel her respond to my praise as my cock slips deeper into her tight throat, until I’m pressed flush against her face.
“That’s it,” I groan, “my perfect little fuck doll.”
Her reaction is immediate, moaning around my cock as her legs fall open on the bed, revealing cotton panties, and I grin in crazed victory. Bending down to grip her T-shirt, I jerk it upher body until her breasts spill out, the moonlight caressing the shadows of her peaked nipples. Pulling out almost to the tip, I start fucking her mouth, slowly picking up the pace as her hand disappears into her panties.
“Take those off,” I bark.
She listens far too eagerly, wiggling them off before her slender fingers return to her center. My balls tighten with unadulterated lust as she rubs her clit in mindless circles.
