She extended her fingers to his lips then. They parted, the heat of his mouth sucking the taste of her body
from them. He moaned, his fists clenching as he watched her. She arched her neck, allowing her hair to
cascade down her back, her swollen breasts to tempt him as she brought her hands to them, her fingers
raking over her nipples.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked her, his tone dark, wildly sexy.
“Do you want it bad enough to take it?” She went on all fours, staring up at him, her mouth now level
with the straining length of his erection. “I do.”
“Merinus, don’t make me hurt you,” he whispered, though instead of pleading, his tone was warning.
“Don’t make me hurt you, Callan.” Her tongue stroked the bulbous head of his cock.
A warning hiss erupted from his throat. Merinus smiled in satisfaction, her lips parting, one hand gripping
the base of his wide cock, her mouth easing over the head, her lips raking the hot flesh as she swiped
over it with hot little licks. She had read enough about oral sex, heard enough, that she knew the basics.
She thought she could improvise the rest. Her lips closed on him and she began a deep suckling motion
that milked at his cock, her tongue swiping over it lazily. Evidently she was doing something right.
Callan’s hands tightened in her hair, his hips thrusting against her mouth jerkily. Her tongue probed
beneath the head, feeling a curious pulse, a hard, harsh throb at the bottom of the head, beneath the
smooth, sensitive skin. His cock jerked, pulsed harder.
“God, Merinus,” he cried out her name, half growl, half beseeching groan. “Don’t do this. I can’t control
the need.”
Her hand gripped the base of his cock, the other cupped his tight scrotum, her grip massaging, caressing
as she began to move her mouth up and down the bursting flesh, caressing with lips and tongue, glorying
in his strangled growls as he fought to keep from impaling her mouth with his flesh.
* * * * *
Callan’s fingers were tight in her hair, pulling at it, rubbing the silken strands over his abdomen as he
fucked her mouth. It was exquisite, the moist heat caressing him, her tongue stroking over him, caressing
the hidden barb that would emerge when his orgasm neared. He could feel it throbbing now, fighting to
override his control, eroding his need to worship, demanding that he dominate. That he fuck her mouth
hard, as he would her cunt, hold her to him, shoot his semen into her mouth in the most intimate of
orgasm. He had never done that. Never allowed a woman to suck him to climax. He wanted Merinus to.
Needed it. Had to know that she was his in every way. He was tortured in that need, to take her,
possess her in every way that a man could possess a woman.
That need had only been growing over the past days. He fought it. Each time he saw her bend over, or
watched her tongue lick her lips. He fought the visions of taking her, of fucking her mouth, her ass. That
tight little forbidden hole beckoned him, just as her lips did.
She was sucking at him now, drawing his balls tight against his body, his barb throbbed. He shook his
head, sweat pouring from his body. Heat wrapped around him, stroked by his lust, fueled by her touch.
“Merinus, enough, baby.” He couldn’t drag her from his erection, from her sucking pleasure. He didn’t
have the control needed, and she was ignoring him quite well.
She slurped on the hard, thick cock, drawing it to her throat, then back to her lips, and back again to her
throat. Her tongue raked, caressed, drawing his climax nearer with each stroke.
He couldn’t control it. He couldn’t fight the need, the hot rushing demand. He felt the flesh swell, the
barb emerge, harden, tighten. She groaned over his flesh as her tongue raked it, her lips sucked it. His
teeth clenched, his hands gripped her head. He couldn’t fight it, couldn’t fight her. God save him, he was
the beast those bastards had created. His balls tightened, his cock jerked, then he cried out, holding her
head still as he buried himself as deep, as hard as the hand wrapped around the base of his swollen flesh
would allow before he erupted.
He wouldn’t let her pull back, but she didn’t try to. Her lips were clamped on his thrusting cock, her
tongue like a lash of fire over the bursting head. He felt his semen explode from the tip, splash into her
mouth. Long, thick streams that ripped his insides apart with pleasure as a hiss of completion, then a
hard, male growl echoed through the room.
He was fighting for breath, his chest heaving, his body tight as he drew back from her, shaking as her lips
drew snugly over his flesh when he pulled from her. She stared up at him, her lips damp, her eyes dark