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Authors: Susan Laine
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past me, laughing, their wings fluttering, their imp-like faces grinning, and their bright eyes full of mischief.
But Ford was my main concern. He was surrounded by a pulsating halo of pure light and dirty desire. I may have imagined it in my drugged-out state, but it could have been real too.
I heard a howl and faintly realized I had made the sound. This wasn’t the first time I had been hit by a cupid’s arrow, unfortunately.
Then I was tearing at Ford’s clothes, my mouth crashing on his, claiming him with feral force. He tasted like chocolate coffee and apple custard, so he must have had a snack before I got there. But the underlying flavor unique to Ford alone made my toes curl, my hands fist, and my cock stand up so erect it could have cut glass or stone.
In my desperation to get Ford naked, I was barely aware of him dragging me toward the closest store and then shoving me into a fitting room. On our way there, I had noted other people engaged in various sensual and sexual acts that turned the familiar mall into a luxurious palace of orgies. Greek-style columns had magically appeared, and springs of clear blue water, copses of lush vegetation, and bedding of all shapes and sizes filled the floor.
The magicks of the Unveiled world couldn’t have mattered less to me the moment the door of the fitting room slammed shut, and the lock clicked in place.
Ford pushed me against the back wall. I felt the sharp pain of a metal hook digging into my back, but I honestly didn’t care. The need inside me was too potent to resist.
I turned the tables by grabbing Ford’s neck and back and tossing him around so his back was to the wall, and my front pressed on him, hard. I ground against him, my nails ripping at his clothes once more. He wore his typical stylish button-down shirt, and I heard the pings as the buttons tore off and hit the floor.
Then… glorious skin. My hands and mouth had a field day. I dove into my meal with an insatiable hunger, licking and sucking and nipping and biting to my cock’s content. I wanted him so badly.
Ford shoved my jacket off my shoulders and then yanked my shirt above my head. I could barely give him the time to do that, impatient at my hands staying tangled in the shirt for precious seconds. Finally freed, I wrapped my arms around his waist and suckled on his puckered nipples. Ford groaned, a deep guttural sound of pure lust.
God, I love you, Ford, so damn much .
“I love you, Sam,” Ford whispered in between pants. His hands raked through my hair to grip hard, to keep my mouth in place.
I may have mumbled something incoherent back, but I couldn’t be sure. My tongue spiraled around that nub of flesh, hot and throbbing against me. I kept pulling him closer, as though I would not feel satisfied until I was sinking into him, becoming a permanent part of him.
“Sam, please, fuck me,” Ford muttered, and I shivered at the plea.
I dropped to my knees, the hard floor uncomfortable in its unyielding quality. I all but shredded his zipper to get his khakis and boxer briefs down his legs. Finally, that hot, hard piece of flesh hit my face, and eagerly I wrapped my lips around his dick and took him deep into my throat in a single swallow. I tasted his precome, bitter and sweet, and licked the delectable flavor off, my mouth awash with it.
“Oh, Sam, yes ,” Ford moaned, and I felt his thighs trembling under my palms.
After I had made his most sensitive skin wet all over, I began to really blow him with all my might. I bobbed up and down so fast and hard a neck injury was definitely ahead of me in the near future. Yet I couldn’t stop. Not with the fiery-red haze of the cupid’s arrow burning inside of me, demanding me to surrender and give the rush my all.
I dug my fingers into Ford’s hips and buttocks to keep him in place as I sucked his cock. I felt like I was starving, and his meat was right there. I was dying of thirst, and his juices kept death and darkness at bay. I
But Ford was my main concern. He was surrounded by a pulsating halo of pure light and dirty desire. I may have imagined it in my drugged-out state, but it could have been real too.
I heard a howl and faintly realized I had made the sound. This wasn’t the first time I had been hit by a cupid’s arrow, unfortunately.
Then I was tearing at Ford’s clothes, my mouth crashing on his, claiming him with feral force. He tasted like chocolate coffee and apple custard, so he must have had a snack before I got there. But the underlying flavor unique to Ford alone made my toes curl, my hands fist, and my cock stand up so erect it could have cut glass or stone.
In my desperation to get Ford naked, I was barely aware of him dragging me toward the closest store and then shoving me into a fitting room. On our way there, I had noted other people engaged in various sensual and sexual acts that turned the familiar mall into a luxurious palace of orgies. Greek-style columns had magically appeared, and springs of clear blue water, copses of lush vegetation, and bedding of all shapes and sizes filled the floor.
The magicks of the Unveiled world couldn’t have mattered less to me the moment the door of the fitting room slammed shut, and the lock clicked in place.
Ford pushed me against the back wall. I felt the sharp pain of a metal hook digging into my back, but I honestly didn’t care. The need inside me was too potent to resist.
I turned the tables by grabbing Ford’s neck and back and tossing him around so his back was to the wall, and my front pressed on him, hard. I ground against him, my nails ripping at his clothes once more. He wore his typical stylish button-down shirt, and I heard the pings as the buttons tore off and hit the floor.
Then… glorious skin. My hands and mouth had a field day. I dove into my meal with an insatiable hunger, licking and sucking and nipping and biting to my cock’s content. I wanted him so badly.
Ford shoved my jacket off my shoulders and then yanked my shirt above my head. I could barely give him the time to do that, impatient at my hands staying tangled in the shirt for precious seconds. Finally freed, I wrapped my arms around his waist and suckled on his puckered nipples. Ford groaned, a deep guttural sound of pure lust.
God, I love you, Ford, so damn much .
“I love you, Sam,” Ford whispered in between pants. His hands raked through my hair to grip hard, to keep my mouth in place.
I may have mumbled something incoherent back, but I couldn’t be sure. My tongue spiraled around that nub of flesh, hot and throbbing against me. I kept pulling him closer, as though I would not feel satisfied until I was sinking into him, becoming a permanent part of him.
“Sam, please, fuck me,” Ford muttered, and I shivered at the plea.
I dropped to my knees, the hard floor uncomfortable in its unyielding quality. I all but shredded his zipper to get his khakis and boxer briefs down his legs. Finally, that hot, hard piece of flesh hit my face, and eagerly I wrapped my lips around his dick and took him deep into my throat in a single swallow. I tasted his precome, bitter and sweet, and licked the delectable flavor off, my mouth awash with it.
“Oh, Sam, yes ,” Ford moaned, and I felt his thighs trembling under my palms.
After I had made his most sensitive skin wet all over, I began to really blow him with all my might. I bobbed up and down so fast and hard a neck injury was definitely ahead of me in the near future. Yet I couldn’t stop. Not with the fiery-red haze of the cupid’s arrow burning inside of me, demanding me to surrender and give the rush my all.
I dug my fingers into Ford’s hips and buttocks to keep him in place as I sucked his cock. I felt like I was starving, and his meat was right there. I was dying of thirst, and his juices kept death and darkness at bay. I
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