His mouth continues down my length, swallowing each bit of my cock until it hits the back of his throat. Then, his tongue slithers around, coiling the girth, racketing up the pressure— like an anaconda suffocating its prey before they swallow them whole.
If he ends me, so be it, at least my last moments will be spent in ecstasy. Better than rotting in Charlie’s golden arms.
Every nerve of my prick sings with bliss as those lips return to mine. His saliva lights my mouth on fire as our tongues knot in a pretzel.
As my eyes are shut in harmonic concentration, his lips pull away. “Time to please your King,” he growls, his curved and uncut prick slinking through the opening of his jeans.
I nod my head as his foreskin meets my throat, the sweat is laced with venom as the skin unfolds in my mouth. The bitter saltiness is one unique to my palate, addicting and powerfully enticing belonging to the twin that saved me—not scared of anything in this world.
Someone who would do anything to save me.
Drew grunts in an ass opening octave, sloshing his cock back and forth between the inside of my mouth. I’m in heaven, maybe hell whatever your persuasion may be. Under a King’s protection.
He shoves his cock further down my throat, testing the limits of my esophagus and triggering my gag reflex. He chuckles with every hurl, flexing his hips in a halo and then back and forth—pubes brushing my lips—as I attempt to swallow all of him down my windpipe. Those sweat-leaden balls slapping my face and blessing me with his musk.
The ripe scent is rousing, making my nostrils drunk with his aroma. I inhale as much as I possibly can, replacing the oxygen in my blood with his own poisonous fumes. A man so devilishly spruce, he has his own odor that penetrates any chamber that you’ve built.
My own prick is pulsing from how he knows what he wants, controlling me, stripping me of my autonomy. A real fucking man, not one in disguise.
The epitome of authority, sculpted in flesh and blood. A warden of lust and persuasion— constructed in the image of Hades.
I heave for a breath as he thrusts in my mouth one last time, displacing my uvula, nearly puncturing a lung before withdrawing his impeccable member. A cock defined with a curve that would put baseball to shame.
“That’s my Lover Boy,” he snickers, a sinister grin returning to King’s face as his eyes are overtaken with a ravenous zeal. “Now it’s time for your master to get a proper taste of that arse.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper out, never more desperate for a man’s tongue.
He flips me over, the sleeping bag comforting my belly from the chilly plastic floor. The wind shakes the tent, breeze wailing inside, chilling my backside, entirely exposed to the elements and the predator positioning himself behind me.
A lonely howl rings in the distance, echoed back by only a few others.
I can’t help but to ache for those wolves. Their pack destroyed by a man like Drew, they didn’t stand a chance against him—with or without a rifle. I picture him tearing them apart with his teeth, his mullet smeared with their crimson blood, the last whimpers escaping from their snouts.
While I dwell on the future of the pack, his tongue pinpoints my pink flesh. The first lash of his starving muscle is utterly delightful, causing soft mewls to leak from my lips.
“Mhmmmm,” he growls, nuzzling his face in my ass, tongue penetrating further into my body. “You taste like innocence and self-denial. Once I taint this fuzzy arse, no other prick is ever going to satisfy you. Your hole will be wrecked for any other bloke. You understand?”
“Yes King,” I mutter, clenching my hole around his magical tongue, not giving a rat’s ass if he ruins me. All I care about right now is that he takes me, marks me as his.
Drew Evans’s Lover Boy.
Pumping his dark cream into my depths as far as he can muster, ravaging any shred of light that exists in my core.
“That’s my baby,” he rumbles, a famished predator feasting away at my rear, allowing no reprieve. “Once this arse is dripping and sloppy, my prick will take you to the nine circles of hell.”
I whimper shamelessly at his words, squirming around his unearthly tongue as it delves inches deep. My nerves trembling at the tenacious assault of his mouth. He might be a goalie, but he sure knows how to dish it out.
“Please, please, please… fuck me,” I beg, not able to wait a second longer. I lust for his venomous spunk, for every fucking drop he can poison me with.
“Oi if my boy insists,” he positions himself between my cheeks, the throbbing head meeting my entrance. “Let your King inside. See how great he can make you feel.”
I release every ounce of tension from my body, like balloons whisked away by the breeze. My lungs relax and my heart quivers in anticipation of the curve.
A man who keeps me on the edge of the sheets, protecting me from wolves and the angst of the world. Drew is exactly what I need in my life. I didn’t see that before, but now with his dick milliseconds away from penetration, it has never been more clear.
As the clarity washes over my mind, he drives ahead, filling my hole with succulent satisfaction. I loosen around him, accepting him with every shred of my being. Allowing ourselves to be one with another.
King and Lover Boy.
