Let the Rain Come Down [The Moonlight Breed 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans (read a book TXT) 📗

“Please,” he whimpered, bucking upward so he could rub his aching length along the corrugated expanse of Demitrius’s midsection. “Can’t last.” His back bowed, his abs clenched, and a generous amount of pre-cum dripped from his slit. “Demitrius! I need you.”

“Okay, baby, okay.” The big shifter petted the hair back from Oscar’s damp forehead as he extracted his fingers and reached for the lube once more. “Just breathe, Oscar.”

When the spongy crown of Demitrius’s dick pressed against his hole, Oscar’s eyes flew open, and he clutched at his lover’s shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He’d seen Demitrius’s impressive size, but he hadn’t fully realized how huge the man was until the thick shaft was invading his innermost depths.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” His voice was strained but resolute, as if to say that Oscar had to only say the word, and Demitrius would stop immediately.

Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Oscar smiled up at his mate and cupped the side of his neck. “I won’t break, love.”

Demitrius rested their foreheads together, and they both groaned when he bottomed out, his tight sac pressing firmly against the rounded globes of Oscar’s ass. “Fucking hell, you’re tight.”

“Fucking hell, you’re huge,” Oscar echoed with a soft moan. His inner walls convulsed as they tightened around the enormous shaft. His ass clenched greedily, trying to pull Demitrius even deeper, even closer.

With extreme care, Demitrius pulled out until only the flared helmet remained, and Oscar swore he could feel his lover’s heartbeat through his cock as it pulsed inside him. Placing a hand flat against the headboard, Demitrius flexed his hips, sliding in to the root once more in torturously slow movements.

On the next outward glide, Oscar fisted both hands in his lover’s hair and jerked him into a rough, demanding kiss as he thrust his hips, fucking himself on Demitrius’s rigid cock. It took only seconds for Demitrius’s control to snap. With a primal growl, he looped one arm under Oscar’s knee and jerked him open wide as he pounded into his ass with lightning-quick strokes.

The bed shook violently with the force of his thrusts, slamming the headboard against the wall over and over and knocking the artwork to the floor. The springs of his mattress squeaked in a rhythmic melody to accompany the grunts, growls, moans, and panted breaths. Skin slapped against skin, his hair rustled against the pillow, and even the birds outside the open patio door lent their voices to the erotic symphony.

When the pressure in his sac and the throbbing of his cock was more than he could bear, Oscar turned his head to the side, baring his throat in not only a show of surrender but a plea for acceptance. Demitrius didn’t disappoint. Without hesitation, his canines pierced the dewy flesh, sending a firestorm of unadulterated pleasure coursing through Oscar’s veins.

The scream that erupted from his mouth was unlike anything he’d ever heard, but he couldn’t stop. Oscar screamed until his throat was raw as his cock jetted a never-ending river of pearly cum to completely soak his stomach and chest.

A huffing grunt sounded next to his ear when Demitrius extracted his fangs, and his mate’s fiery, wet release filled him to overflowing. Prying his eyes open, Oscar smiled lazily, feeling exhausted but utterly content. Something tickled the edges of his thoughts, something he needed to do, but he couldn’t concentrate long enough to remember what it was.

Thankfully, Demitrius was there to take care of him as always, piercing the pad of his index finger on his sharp canines and silently offering the bleeding digit to Oscar. While he wanted to mark his mate, to have visible evidence that Demitrius was forever his, he wanted to complete the connection between them more.

Taking his lover’s wrist, he pulled Demitrius’s hand closer and wrapped his lips around the tip of the man’s finger, sucking gently as he flicked his tongue over the meaty part of the digit. Electricity sizzled through him as their bond snapped into place, and it suddenly felt as though a hole had been filled, like a part of him he hadn’t known was missing had finally returned.

“What the hell was I thinking?” Demitrius frantic thoughts slipped into Oscar’s mind, though his face was totally impassive. “He’s so small, so fragile. Gods, I was so rough with him. How can he be smiling at me like that?”

Despite the seriousness of the inner monologue, Oscar couldn’t hold in his laughter. “I am not fragile. Don’t you dare hold back on me.”

Demitrius frowned as he gently eased out of Oscar’s body and rolled to his side. “I acted like a fucking caveman. You should be furious with me right now.”

Rolling his eyes, Oscar inched closer until he could curl himself into his mate’s warm, protective embrace. “Well, I’m not. I don’t even have words to describe how amazing that was, how incredible you are.”

“I swear I’ve never lost control like that.”

Wrinkling his nose in distaste, Oscar bit at Demitrius’s nipple in reprimand. “I don’t want to hear about your other sexual conquests while your cum is still leaking out of my ass.”

To his annoyance, his lover actually chuckled, though he did squeeze him closer and kissed the top of his head. “Duly noted, sweet baby. Have I told you how sexy you are when you’re pissed?”

“It’s kind of strange, really. I mean, I usually get sick to my stomach when I even think about arguing or standing up for myself. I don’t feel that way with you, though. I would never be rude or disrespectful, but speaking my mind isn’t nausea inducing, either.”

“I want a partner, Oscar,” Demitrius said firmly as he took Oscar’s chin between thumb and forefinger, “not a doormat. Never be afraid to tell me what’s on your mind. Even if I don’t agree, even if I don’t like it, I will always listen and respect your opinion.”

“I know.” Oscar spoke