Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Nero shivered and grabbed Miguel’s braids as the hot, agile tongue that always felt so good on Miguel’s cock penetrated his mouth, like a snake that didn’t bite only because it had taken a liking to him. The moan he made was muffled by Miguel’s lips, and after initially tightening, Nero’s hole relaxed around Miguel.
They were like the caimans entwined on Nero’s body in a primal dance of love and violence. Miguel’s head spun as he held onto Nero’s leg while pulling and twisting one of the pierced nipples. Instinct told him to pump his hips fast, chasing the release he’d been craving, but when Nero whined, petting him, Miguel matched his pace and started slowly pulling out of the tight heat. He could sense Nero’s pulse where their lips locked, and as his lover pulled him close, the languid, careful thrusts turned hurried and harsh.
Nero’s body held on to his dick, as if not wanting to let it go, and they both moaned each time Miguel’s balls slapped Nero’s thick ass. Not that long ago, the loud slapping would have embarrassed Miguel, but guilt and shame had evaporated and left him free to express his arousal with guttural moans, the likes of which he’d never have uttered in the past.
But it was Nero who truly couldn’t keep in his pleasure and howled like a wild animal whenever they stopped kissing to breathe. His strong body twisted under Miguel, welcoming him back to the world of the living.
If Nero wanted him to live on, he would.
The concrete tomb was hard under Miguel’s knees, so he leaned forward, pressing Nero’s legs down, until his man was folded in two. The new position made Nero’s breath shallower but wouldn’t stop him from proclaiming his pleasure.
“That good? You like getting that hole filled?” Miguel grunted into Nero’s ear before biting on the vulnerable piece of flesh.
His man responded with an incoherent babble, which sent Miguel’s arousal through the roof. He would become Nero’s perfect lover—cherish and protect him, and then make him his bitch in bed—be what Nero had only ever dreamed about.
And Nero loved being taken hard and fast, so Miguel pinned him down with a series of harsh thrusts that turned them into two animals rutting under the dark sky, joined by the need to mark each other with cum. But while pleasure would have driven Miguel to continue this endlessly, his arousal was reaching its peak.
So he went at it hard and fast, hiding his face in his lover’s warm neck as strong, fragrant arms held him close, never once leaving him to think that he was not worthy of this. The concrete was rough against the hand Miguel used to keep himself up, but only lust drove his movements at this point, and he slammed into Nero a final time, filling him with thick cum.
Electricity passed through his body as if he’d been hit by lightning, but as he stretched his back, arching above Nero, liquid heat splashed his stomach and chest when his lover convulsed, coming too.
He smiled. Then laughed as happiness streamed inside him like liquid gold, chasing away even the darkness of the night when he collapsed on top of Nero. Breathing in his man’s scent was the exhilarating dessert he needed, so he took his time with it, peaceful as warm hands stroked his back while his cock still throbbed in the sweet afterglow. Had he really considered death his only option just minutes ago when this man wanted him by his side? Had this really happened?
“I know,” Nero mumbled and reached up to touch Miguel’s face with a hand that felt somewhat damp and smelled of cum.
Miguel might have a visceral, traumatic reaction to a dick anywhere near his mouth, but he licked the seed off Nero’s fingers without issue. “I love being inside you,” he whispered, bathing in the warmth of Nero’s affection.
Nero hummed and cradled Miguel against him with all four of his limbs. “And I love you inside me.”
A sob rose in Miguel’s chest and pushed at his throat, but he swallowed it down, because he'd embarrassed himself enough tonight. Getting to hold Nero soon calmed him down. He’d never been this close with another person, not just in the physical sense, but also in the way he’d bared himself, held nothing back, and was accepted nevertheless.
Nero had seen him for who he was and wasn’t repulsed by what he saw.
And somehow that made it easier for Miguel to no longer be repulsed by himself either.
Chapter 25
Nero
Nero was exhausted. His thighs ached, and his hole felt sore from the vigorous fuck, but Miguel was there to hold his hand as they climbed the orange walkway above the noisy road and headed to the hotel. Like any normal couple.
As if Miguel hadn’t intended to blow his brains out an hour ago.