Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Ethan wanted to moan in a mix of pleasure and pain. He needed Marcus to grab his cock and stroke him, but the damn man was teasing him. No one from his past had ever taken such care. It was always a quick blowjob, a quick fuck. Chasing that orgasm and then out the door. He’d never been with anyone who touched him with the reverence Marcus did.
“I have the most beautiful pet.”
“P-please…” Ethan stammered, not quite sure what he was begging for.
Marcus chuckled. “I could spend all night looking at you and stroking you like this. Would you like that, my pet?”
“Marcus!”
The damn vampire just answered with a chuckle. He stopped touching Ethan and moved back on the bed to lie against the pillows with his legs spread in front of him. “Suck my dick, pet. If you do a good job, I may fuck you.”
Ethan instantly straightened and crawled between Marcus’s legs, loving the bristling feel of the hairs on his calves rubbing against his arms. He didn’t hesitate but buried his face in Marcus’s groin, breathing in his scent deep before swiping his tongue up his hard shaft. Marcus’s dick wasn’t long, but it was so deliciously thick that it made Ethan’s eyes roll into his head just thinking about how it stretched and filled him. He wanted to be fucked senseless, but he’d be happy with Marcus coming down his throat.
Swirling his tongue around the dark red head, Ethan lapped up the pre-cum leaking from Marcus. He loved that he was the first for Marcus in so many ways. The first man he’d ever kissed. The first man he’d ever fucked. The first man he’d ever held while sleeping. And now, the first man to suck his cock.
Oh yeah, Marcus was going to lose his mind.
Ethan slowly took Marcus down his throat, running his tongue over his turgid length. He followed the thick vein, teasing it. Relaxing his throat, he forced himself to take more and more of Marcus, craving each soft sound that he couldn’t hold back. His eyes watered and his jaw ached, but he didn’t care. He wanted to make Marcus lose control. It had to be the best experience of his life.
Marcus threaded his fingers through Ethan’s hair and tightened until his scalp stung with little pinpoints of pain, but Ethan didn’t release Marcus’s dick. He just moaned, letting the vibrations of his throat add to the sensations.
Snarling a curse, Marcus pulled Ethan off his cock and up his chest, taking his sore and swollen lips in a brutal kiss. One hand snaked down his body and along his crack. Ethan shifted against Marcus, rubbing his cock against his stomach as one of Marcus’s fingers circled his hole. Oh God, he couldn’t remember ever being so turned-on in his life. He felt like he was about to come, and Marcus had yet to touch his dick.
Ethan whimpered when Marcus broke off the kiss but relaxed into his hold again when his lips moved along his jaw to settle against his throat. Ethan instinctively tilted his head to the side, offering him better access.
“Will you feed your master, pet?”
“Yes,” Ethan moaned.
“And if I wanted to drain you dry? Steal your life away…”
“Yes.” Ethan grabbed handfuls of Marcus’s hair and held him trapped against his throat. “All that I am belongs to you. My heart, my body…my life.”
“What if…”
Whatever Marcus was about to say, the words drifted off. Ethan’s heart demanded that Marcus ask to make him into a vampire so that they could have forever, but the words never came.
“I am yours, Marcus. Always. Forever.”
“Then I want what is mine.”
The entire world seemed to shift violently, and Ethan found himself lying on the mattress, on his stomach. Marcus was pressed against him from behind, his fat cock sliding between Ethan’s ass cheeks. Ethan moaned and pressed backward, his fists clenching the sheets, twisting them. There wasn’t a damn clear thought in his head. All the blissful feelings were coming in so fast and so fucking sharp.
Somewhere in all the feverish chaos, Marcus found the lube. He pressed two slick fingers into his body and Ethan howled before starting to move on those thick digits. He wanted the stretching and the prep done. They needed to get to the fucking.
“Now, Marcus! Now!”
A hand landed on one ass cheek with a loud crack. The pain was sharp but brief, dulling into a low heat. “Pets don’t make demands.”
“Not demanding. Please. Begging. I beg you. Need you.”
A gentle touch smoothed over the abused cheek, soothing away the heat and replacing it with a gnawing need. He wasn’t going to make it. All the touching and teasing, Marcus’s strength and command, were shredding his willpower.
The fingers in his ass disappeared, but before he could react, the head of Marcus’s cock was pressing forward, breaching him. Ethan fought the urge to push backward, taking him all at once. He was afraid if he tried, Marcus would pull out of him completely. A good pet obeyed and tonight, he was Marcus’s good pet.