Since I keep begging, I might as well offer some incentive… (NSFW)
Here’s an excerpt from my story “At The Crossroads”, published in the Circlet Press anthology Like Heaven and Hell.
My mind went gloriously blank, the intensity as hot wet velvet invaded my mouth. No one ever kissed me. I went limp under the assault, my mind racing, my heart thundering in my own ears. Nobody kissed me. I was a slave of the Circles, less than a whore, and a demon besides. He’d found me in the gut, he had to know that I was worthless…
I returned that kiss with hunger, and he growled approval. I hadn’t realized how starved I’d been for this kind of attention until he began a slow, even rhythm with his hips that made his hardness slide against my own hardening length. I whimpered into his mouth and tried to remember how long it had been since I’d last felt such heat tightening low in my belly. This kind of thing was for better sorts of people. Customers like this didn’t linger in the gut. Customers like this didn’t seek out demons.
He groaned, pulling away just enough to speak, the length of his body still pressing me down into the hay.
“Tell me I can have you,” he panted, grinding his cock against mine, “need you so much. Need to fuck you. Tell me I can. Tell me,” each pause punctuated by a thrust of his hips.
“Yes sir,” I whispered in reply before I could let myself think about it.
It was the first time I’d said ‘yes’ to someone here.
If you enjoyed this excerpt, please consider voting for this story’s inclusion in a new PRINT anthology by Circlet Press by casting your vote in the Best of Circlet’s Digital Library Poll before March 15th. You will have my everlasting thanks.
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