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

I blinked. "What?"

"You heard ," 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 ."

"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 . Let feel all of you, firefly."

I was still stamring sothing when he grabbed and flopped onto the bed, pulling with him.

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

My thighs trembled as I hesitated above him, heart hamring, 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 sha before he dragged down—my pussy crashing into his mouth like an oxygen mask he needed to breathe.

"Ah—fuck—"

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

The slurping sounds alone made burn with embarrassnt 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. ssy. Wet. Loud. I didn’t realize when I started grinding on his face throwing the rest of my sha 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 ti I whimpered above him. He hadn’t even touched it, hadn’t even needed to. He was that turned on. From just tasting .

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 , his tongue now flattened, pressing soft kisses before sliding through my pussy in slow, devastating licks. His nose bumped my clit each ti, sending shivers through . 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 lt 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 fast and thick and deliciously heavy, and the mont 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 , swirling circles so tight and ruthless I had to brace myself against his thighs. His tongue was every-fucking-where—tasting 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 ti he plunged his tongue inside . 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 sha. Actually I lost all sha 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 ti, and fucked his tongue into harder like he was commanding 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 shaless 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 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 .

"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 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 like a sinner at the altar.

He didn’t even let catch my breath.

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

I gasped.

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

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 feel every glorious inch.

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