I love how his hand glides from my neck to my hair, fisting to keep me in place so he can shove his tongue against mine, searing me to him in ways so foreign and addicting.
More.
I need more.
I jam my knee between his and wrap a leg around his thigh as I grind my cock against his rock-hard one.
The new position gives me better access, more friction, and he groans down my throat as he clenches his fingers in my hair, letting me know how much he likes that.
His cock thickens against mine as I stroke him up and down, rubbing, fondling us until tingles erupt in my spine.
I growl when he picks up on my pace and meets me stroke for stroke. He grunts, pants, and tugs at my hair. It’s the most beautiful pain I’ve ever felt.
How the fuck is he able to drive me crazy by just kissing?
My hands slide down his chest and he groans when I brush his nipple that protrudes from beneath the shirt, so I twist it. He bites on my tongue.
Fucking savage.
I hiss with a grin.
I love it when his beast collides with mine in a fucked-up symphony of violence.
So I slide my hands beneath his shirt, over the smooth planes of muscles, and it’s his turn to hiss when I pinch his nipples. The longer I torture, the more his dick thickens, and the faster he dry humps me, making me drip in my boxer briefs.
I’d love nothing more than to indulge in nipple play and drive him fucking insane, but there’s another part of him I’d rather play with.
Twisting one nipple, I let my other hand travel down and I unbutton his pants. He releases a small gasp when I unzip his fly over his bulge.
This Prince Charming is fucking packing.
I shove my hand inside his briefs and fist his cock at the base with a firm hand, then squeeze.
“Umph…fuck…” he breathes against my mouth, his eyes dazed, eyebrows drawn together, and face dripping with pure fucking desire.
No one should look this edible.
“You like it when I touch you roughly, baby? Do you feel how you thicken in my hand?” I pull him out and stroke him firmly from the base to the tip, teasing the foreskin with my thumb.
“Shut your mouth.” He does it for me, his lips devouring mine, and he kisses me with unbound lust, his hips jerking as he fucks my fist. “Fuck you…” He bites the corner of my lip and stretches the skin. “Fuck you…Nikolai… Why the fuck did you come into my life… Fuck…”
“I’m in your life because you’re fucking up mine, baby.” I lower myself to my knees in front of him.
His eyes widen as he stares down at me, his hand still lost in my hair. He removed the band at some point and is fisting it into a ponytail.
“What are you—” His words end with a groan when I slide his huge cock into my mouth, relaxing my jaw and steering him as far back as possible.
God-fucking-damn-it. He tastes so good.
“Ffuuck…” He releases a long curse, throwing his head too far back, it bangs against the door. His eyes shutter closed and he wraps his free hand around my nape, fingers digging into my skin.
“Mmm,” I mumble around his cock, rubbing it against the back of my throat, then sliding it all the way out to swirl his foreskin. I push it back to fuck the tip with my tongue and lap against the opening. Precum explodes in my mouth and I drink it greedily, which makes him leak some more.
“Mffuckk…fuckkk…” he breathes out, his hips jerking in an irregular rhythm.
“Look at me,” I order.
Bran’s eyes flutter open the slightest bit, but he looks down at me, one hand brutalizing my hair, but the other strokes my nape. He’s a fucking riddle of opposites, my Prince Charming.
Hot and cold.
A storm in the summer.
A fucking beast in the form of a gentleman.
“That’s it, baby. Eyes on me as I choke on your cock.”
He grunts, the sound deep and masculine, and makes my own dick stand at painful attention.
My gaze locks on his as I slurp on his cock, licking, and making sloppy noises as I swallow him alive.
Then I pull his length inside until I gag on it. His lips part, breathing shallow and loud as he thrusts, demanding more of the friction.
Of me.
Keeping a hand at the base of his cock, I cup his balls, teasing at first, then I squeeze until he jerks, pounding harder into my mouth.
I can’t stop looking at his lust-filled face, at the way he watches me with both hate and wonder.
Lust and confusion.
That’s it, lotus flower, give me your emotions. Feed me your cracked control.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” he repeats as a mantra, his thrusts turning crazed, and I let him take his pleasure, squeezing his balls and slurping on his length.