When she is not wiping snotty noses or being bullied into feeding her cats (again?!), she can be found obsessing over M/M romance. She loves all the tropes, some of her favorite being enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, sugar daddy, and mistaken identity. She also has a penchant for A/B/O dynamics.

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TEASER

TEASER

“A-ah!”

A high-pitched sound somewhere between a whine and a sob.

“Gah! D-damon! Pleeease- pleasepleaseplease.”

Micah had long since been reduced to unintelligible babble and crying out the name of the man who was taking him apart.

Sometimes he shouted it like a curse.  “Damon! F-fuck!”

Sometimes he moaned it low, like a prayer. “Damon, so good, sogood- ah!”  (At least until the man’s tongue would inevitably spear something inside of him that made Micah cry out again.)

Either way, it was always intermixed with begging and pleading.  Wrung out and dazed from being pushed to the brink of orgasm again and again – only to have Damon abruptly pull back before he could come, sometimes even squeezing Micah’s ball sack in a fist to stop him from spurting jizz everywhere – Micah wasn’t even sure what he was begging for at this point.

Did he want Damon to stop or to never stop?

It didn’t matter.  Damon was the one in control – and Micah loved it.

Currently, the man had Micah on his knees, his legs splayed wide.  Damon’s face was buried in Micah’s ass cheeks, his thumbs hooked in Micah’s hole, spreading the tiny pucker apart for his tongue to feast upon.

And what a tongue it was.

Micah jolted when another finger suddenly joined the slippery appendage and two thumbs in his ass.  “F-fuck!”

“Too much?” Damon’s voice was a rumble against his ass.

Too much?  As if.

“More,” Micah retorted breathlessly, too sexed out to be embarrassed by how needy he sounded.  “More, moremoremore.”

“You’d let me do anything to you when I have you like this, wouldn’t you?  Fill you up with whatever I wanted.”

Micah’s cock was so hard it ached, precum smeared liberally across its head and his belly button, but somehow Micah felt even more blood flow south at Damon’s filthy words.

His cock honest-to-God tingled.