FORMERLY V D' YAVOL.
For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psycholo...
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His hands captured mine in a bruising grip, the wild, feral glint in his eyes shot right through my chest and coated my heart. The muscle in his jaw ticked and ticked. One hand pressed both of my wrists above my head, holding them against the cold white wall behind me.
He dropped to his hunches in front of me, keeping his gaze on my face. He inhaled deeply through his mouth as he moved the hair from my face, his nostrils flaring.
"My pretty baby," his voice was rougher than ever, the faint English accent you barely heard was crystal clear now, it did something to my composure. His free hand smoothed over the wet, plumped skin of my bottom lip. "My pretty, pretty girl. I want to ruin you, hm? Your pretty little mouth- Can I? Can I be rough with you, angel?"
My skin tingled with a hot blush as I nodded my head. He leaned forward then, taking my chin in his rough, dominating hand. His lips crashed down onto mine, a quick, bruising kiss.
But then, he pulled away and said, "Open,"
To which I obeyed.
Kirill rose up to his height but bent at the hips, tilting my chin up as he rose. His gaze flickered down to my mouth, and then he sat on my tongue.
I didn't even have enough time to process what he had just done, because he pushed the head past my lips and to the back of my throat. I inhaled sharply through my nose, a sound of protest leaving the hollow pit of my throat. His groan was music to my ears, more so the way he dipped his head back.
Slow and steady, he started rolling his hips forwards. He went deeper than before, and I felt the incoming gag crash against me but he pulled out, a line of spit connecting my lips and the tip of his cock.
I panted, heaved blinking my teary eyes up at the god that stood above me. His palm smoothed over the top of my head, "You like that?" his voice was low, his words slow and shaky. I nodded my head vigorously, and he smiled down at me and pushed into my mouth again.
The silver barrel skimmed over the wetness of my tongue, sliding in and out. His hips jutted forward, faster and faster until the grip on my wrists tightened, and the grip on my hair. He fucked my mouth relentlessly, a dark curl slipping out from his bun and casting a dark shadow against his eyes.
"Fuck," he groaned, "Fuck, Dream. Just like that, baby. God, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,"
I squeezed my thighs tight together, throbbing around nothing. I made a sound around him, to which he inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. The hand on my hair weakened and moved to the wall above me, and he leaned forward, towering further over me.
I mewled as he pressed deeper into my mouth, filling the entirety of it to the brim with him. The clean shaven skin right above his cock pressed against my nose, and salty tears cascaded down my cheeks in flowing rivers.
Yet his gaze was gentle, and passionate on my face.
He pulled out right as I gagged, and a wad of spit rand down my chin, and he smiled so beautifully at me. He pushed in again, fucking my mouth in a rhythm that was perfectly slow, perfectly deep. His cock was ginormous, doing nothing to betray the size of the man it was attached to.
