was an ice cream cone, and then engulfed the entire wide head, purring as she did so, the vibration sending such an amazing sensation rolling in waves through his groin and belly. His fist tightened in the thick red hair she’d knotted on top of her head. He couldn’t quite decide what to keep his eyes on, the way her lips were stretched around his thick cock or the tail bobbing wildly as she tried to take more of him.
“That’s it, kiska. That’s what I like.” The words came out a groan. She was better than any mouth he’d ever had. She was killing him. Taking him to paradise.
She lashed him with her tongue. She did something that felt like she twirled circles around his shaft with it, which would have been impossible. She was wet. Wild. She kept a tight suction. She purred, the vibration sending those waves through him again, this time stronger. She tightened her fingers in a ring around his shaft, putting pressure on his penis while she fed him deeper into her mouth. It was so damn sexy watching her lips stretch, watching himself disappear another inch. There was no way she could take all of him, but it added to his excitement to watch her try.
Then she purred a third time, the pulsation and shuddering of the waves so powerful that his balls were tight and hot. She did the ring with her fingers, trying to feed herself more of him, another inch deeper, and her mouth was so tight around him she nearly choked. He felt the head of his cock hit her throat. She tried to cough. Her eyes swam with tears. He fucking couldn’t pull back.
“Swallow. Fucking swallow right now.” He growled the command, his voice low and shockingly velvet, that voice that he used when no one could disobey but Scarlet. No one but his woman. His kitten. And shockingly, Scarlet, his personal kitten, was the one woman who chose of her own free will to obey him, and that was hotter than forcing his will on anyone. He erupted like a fucking volcano, his seed rocketing out of him like a never-ending fountain, and she valiantly did her best to do exactly what he’d ordered her to do. She swallowed. Over and over.
Absinthe had the presence of mind, even in the most blissful state of ecstasy he’d ever been in, to pull his cock out of her mouth so she could breathe. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him, holding her close while he tried to find a way to come back to earth. She’d taken him somewhere else, somewhere close to paradise and far, far from the hell he lived in. Emotions threatened to swallow him. He found he was nearly crushing her, and he had to pull back from doing that as well.
“Are you all right, kiska?” He brushed kisses on top of her head when she nodded and then indicated for her to move back enough for him to stand. “Let’s get you some water.” Heart beating fast, he picked up the leash and stepped around the chair. It took a minute for his legs to work. She’d drained him. Wrecked him. She’d made him feel loved in a way he’d never felt before. He didn’t know how to process the jumbled, never-before-felt emotions he was feeling, but he didn’t want them to ever stop. He wanted this bond, this closeness she was giving him, to continue for as long as possible.
Scarlet dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl after him, her tail high and swaying just as he knew it would. It was gorgeous, the rubies throwing unexpected sparkles across the walls as her ass swayed with every forward movement of her knees on the carpet. The way the last of the sunlight caught the gems through the glass was so perfect, he led her in a slow circle around the room just to watch the way the rubies blazed red streaks across the walls.
He stopped her in front of the bar and took a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator there. The bottle was glass with a long, narrow neck, and ice-cold, the way he preferred his drinking water. He kept the temperature in that small fridge low enough to produce small ice chips in the water. The shape and coldness of the bottle fueled his already carnal imagination.
“Did drinking your milk get you hot, little