Sweet Hatred
Chapter 112: ... smiling like a devil (r18)

Chapter 112: ... smiling like a devil (r18)

I blinked. "What?"

"You heard me," his voice dropped low, rough, dark and demanding. "Get up there. Ride my mouth."

"I—Kael, I’ll crush you."

He blinked once, slow. "And?"

Then that devilish smirk curled on his lips. "That’s an insult to me."

"I’m serious," I mumbled, cheeks heating even more.

"And you’re overestimating your own weight." His tone dropped an octave. "You’re light to me. Let me feel all of you, firefly."

I was still stammering something when he grabbed me and flopped onto the bed, pulling me with him.

His hands gripped my waist with a vice-like hunger, dragging me up, guiding me over his face like I was his personal vice.

My thighs trembled as I hesitated above him, heart hammering, soaked and painfully aware of how exposed I was. "Wait—if we’re doing this, I’m turning around," I said quickly, breathlessly.

Kael raised a brow. "No need—"

I didn’t let him finish.

I turned, positioning myself over him in a reverse straddle, his face beneath my throbbing entrance, and my eyes right at the impossibly hard, angry, bulge straining in his pants.

I felt the heat of his breath against my soaked folds, and I barely had a second to register that shame before he dragged me down—my pussy crashing into his mouth like an oxygen mask he needed to breathe.

"Ah—fuck—"

His tongue was fucking me like it had a mind of its own—deliberate, relentless, filthy. He kept me pinned down with both hands, burying his face between my thighs like I was his last damn meal.

The slurping sounds alone made me burn with embarrassment and arousal. His tongue lapped at my folds, dipping in and out of my hole, then curling up to suck on my swollen clit, again and again. Messy. Wet. Loud. I didn’t realize when I started grinding on his face throwing the rest of my shame out the window.

I was leaking on him, dripping down his face, and he moaned into it like a fucking animal. My thighs trembled. I could barely stay upright. But then I looked forward and there it was.

Kael’s cock.

Huge. Hard. Thick. Veiny. So swollen it looked painful, the thick head flushed dark and twitching every time I whimpered above him. He hadn’t even touched it, hadn’t even needed to. He was that turned on. From just tasting me.

I reached out with shaking fingers, wrapping one hand around the base and watching it jump in my grip.

"Fuck..." I whispered.

Kael groaned under me, his tongue now flattened, pressing soft kisses before sliding through my pussy in slow, devastating licks. His nose bumped my clit each time, sending shivers through me. Then he sucked, deep and wet, his grip tightening on my ass.

I was gone. But I wanted to ruin him too.

I licked a bead of precum off the tip and let it melt on my tongue. Salty. Clean. Him.

Then I opened wider and took him into my mouth. Inch by inch. I barely reached halfway. His cock filled me fast and thick and deliciously heavy, and the moment my lips wrapped around the tip, he moaned so loud, it vibrated straight into my cunt.

He bucked once. I almost gagged. I did it again. Just to hear that sound.

He retaliated by flattening his tongue again and slamming it into me, swirling circles so tight and ruthless I had to brace myself against his thighs. His tongue was every-fucking-where—tasting me like a madman, his groans turning into desperate snarls as I sucked harder, deeper.

He started rocking his hips up, and I let him. I let him fuck my mouth while he devoured my pussy.

Sloppy. Obscene. Divine.

I was so wet, I could hear the lewd squelch every time he plunged his tongue inside me. He was fucking my hole with his tongue and making out with my clit like it was his favorite flavor of sin.

I was panting now, choking on his cock while my pussy clenched around his tongue, needing him, humping his face, hips grinding on him like I had no shame. Actually I lost all shame at this point.

And Kael?

Kael was lost in it.

Groaning, grabbing, kissing, licking like he was in a trance. I was gonna cum again. I could feel it. Building. Hot and fast and brutal.

I popped off his cock, gasping, eyes wild. "Kael—I’m gonna—oh God—"

He just groaned, louder this time, and fucked his tongue into me harder like he was commanding me to.

I shattered.

My moan was a broken, pathetic sound, pussy quivering all over his face, my thighs trembling violently as I rode the high of the most shameless orgasm of my life.

And Kael? He didn’t stop.

He kept licking, kept groaning, moaning, tasting every drop, gripping my hips tighter to keep me on his face while I cried out.

When I finally collapsed, twitching and gasping, he licked one last stripe, then spoke—his voice rough and drunk on me.

"Still think I’m gonna get crushed?"

I ignored his teasing and tried to roll off him, trembling and dazed, but Kael grabbed my thighs and flipped me like a damned pancake. My back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and he was already moving between my legs—eyes feral like a wild animal, face drenched in my cum, lips swollen from eating me like a sinner at the altar.

He didn’t even let me catch my breath.

His mouth crashed against mine again... wet, possessive, filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into him, blurry minded and horny and ruined, but he just kissed me deeper, tongue fucking my mouth while his hands gripped my knees and folded me in half.

"Kael—"

"You’ve got no idea," he murmured, breaking the kiss and lining the head of his cock at my dripping entrance. "how addictive you are firefly."

And then he slammed in. Deep.

I gasped.

My whole body arched—raw, over-sensitive, pleasure melting into pain and back into pleasure until I was a writhing mess under him. He filled me in one brutal stroke, stretching me wide, the thick weight of him throbbing inside me.

I was so tight. Still twitching from my orgasm.

And Kael?

Kael was smiling like a devil.

"Can you feel that firefly?" he rasped, voice tight with restraint as he started to move. Slow at first, just to tease, to let me feel every glorious inch.

"You’re so wet for me. So fucking tight after that orgasm... and you’re still clenching around me like you wanna milk me dry."

I whimpered, nails clawing at his back.

"Kael—please—it’s too—deep"

"Please what? It’s not even all the way in yet." he taunted, thrusting harder, snapping his hips so the sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. "You wanna cum again? Already?"