Fallen 67

CHAPTER 0067

Meadow’s POV:

I already knew what he was going to say when I asked him to show me what was behind the door. It’s

why option three came in handy. That way, if he didn’t let me in there, at least he’d let me please him.

And I knew he wasn’t going to choose option two.

“So, what will it be, Daddy?” My voice was barely above a whisper, laced with want–because I did want

him

God, I wanted him so badly. And from the way his eyes darkened even further, I could tell that he wanted

me too. Maybe even more than I wanted him.

Alaric hummed, tongue sticking out to wet his lips. “You’re giving me ultimatums now?”

I bit down softly on my bottom lip “You can’t treat me like I’m made of porcelain forever.”

“Yes,” he murmured, pinching my nipple and drawing out a moan from me. “I can. Come here.”

And then his mouth was on mine again, kissing me like he just couldn’t get enough. I giggled against his mouth. “All those weeks you made up every single existing excuse not to kiss me, and then the second you do, you don’t want to stop.”

Alaric’s lips moved to my neck as his fingers gently stroked the front of my panties. My back arched in response and he groaned. “Is that a question or an observation?”

“Maybe both,” I whispered. Alaric froze against my neck when I began to trace his belt with my fingers. And then, before I could overthink it, I edged downward, my fingers grazing the front of his pants.

A gasp escaped me. Alaric’s bulge was pushing hard against his pants. He jerked a little and I swallowed

nervously.

“You’re treading on dangerous grounds here, baby.”

He pulled back to look at me, resting one hand at the nape of my neck as his teeth scraped along his bottom lip.

“Do you not want me to taste you?” I asked softly.

“Of course I do, Meadow. Fuck.” His eyes flashed and he pulled me up along with him so we were both on our feet now. “You have no idea of the kind of plans I have for this pretty mouth,” he rasped, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. “The kind of plans I have for this tight fucking body of yours.”

Alaric squeezed my waist, jerking me against his body so I could feel his hard–on pressing against my

stomach.

More heat pooled at the bottom of my stomach. “Then let me please you, Daddy. Please.”

“Fucking love it when you call me that.” His other hand squeezed my neck. “And I seem to remember telling you I have this burning desire to give you whatever you want,” he continued.

A shiver ran down my spine. I remembered that as well. He said that to me the day he set me down on the kitchen counter like a meal, and then ate me out like a starving man.

My thighs rubbed together and my eyelids fluttered. “And?”

His eyes darkened further. “Get on your knees,”

My breath caught in my throat.

It was a simple command. One that my body was so eager to follow as my knees buckled before my brain could even process it. Slowly, I lowered myself to the floor in front of him.

Oh god. I was really doing this. I was really going to have Alaric’s cock in my mouth for the very first

time. I was going to SEE it for the very first time.

Alaric’s dark gaze stayed on mine, his jaw clenched although his expression was indifferent, like a woman on her knees at his feet was some sort of daily routine. I wondered how many girls had done this

before me.

Wondered how many he’d actually felt.

“You gonna stare at my crotch all day, baby?” His voice was deep, laced thickly with what I recognized as

want. Need. “What are you waiting for?”

I was nervous. Fucking nervous. But I wasn’t going to admit it before Alaric would say I wasn’t ready. I

was.

I was ready.

I tried to keep my hands steady as I reached for his belt, undoing the buckle. The sound of the zipper as I pulled it down echoed through the room. It was the only other sound apart from my haphazard breathing. And his steady one.

I pulled down his pants, leaving him in his briefs, and my mouth watered just looking at the lining of his cock through the briefs.

Alalric gently ran a hand through my hair. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

“Mm hm,” I hummed, nodding eagerly as I looked up at him.

A look crossed his eyes that I could recognize. “Go on, then.”

I chewed on my lower lip to hide my smile and then I finally pulled his briefs down, letting Alaric’s cock

spring free. And-

“Oh…”

That was all I could manage because my tongue had gone completely dry, and whatever thoughts that were lingering at the back of my mind completely disappeared.

Alaric’s erection was thick, long, and veiny. Slightly curved.

But that wasn’t all.

I’d read about Jacob’s ladder piercings before, but I’d never seen pictures, or ever really cared to.

Alaric had them. Four small horizontal bar bells that pierced through the underside of his shaft. I

remembered seeing a glint of metal the first night we met while a girl was sucking him off, but I never…

Slowly, I took him in my hand. The skin of his cock was smooth and hard and velvety at the same time. He was… magnificent. My core throbbed. How on earth was he going to fit into my mouth? How was he going to fit inside of me?

Alaric hissed when I tugged slightly. “Fuck, baby. Stop fucking teasing and give me that mouth.”

Precum leaked from the tip, and I leaned in to lick it off. Alaric tensed, grunting softly.

When I looked up at him, a hand was running across his mouth like he was trying not to lose control.

“Suck,” he demanded.

His bossy tone sent another warm wave between my legs and I obeyed, running my tongue around the head before finally sucking it into my mouth.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned low and long. “That’s it, baby. Slowly.”

Sparks of pleasure fluttered through my insides. He was trying to guide me through it as he knew I’d never done this before.

I opened my mouth wider, taking more of his thickness in and trying not to gag around him. It was too much.

“Relax, love,” he murmured, lacing a hand through my hair and grabbing a hold of it. “Don’t overthink it. Just do it.”

I did as he asked, willing my mind to relax. I moaned around his length once the cold metal of his piercing met my tongue. It was such a contrast to the warm feel of him in my mouth.

I wanted more. And so I took it.

I hollowed out my cheeks and bobbed gently while my hand worked the base of his cock.

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“You’re doing so well, baby girl Fuck.”

Alanie’s praises made me heady, and my eyelids fluttered closed when a little shudder rippled through

him.

“Look at me,” he ordered roughly.

My gaze flicked up to him. And I wasn’t sure what Alaric saw, but I couldn’t read the expression in his

eyes. And when he spoke again, his voice was cold.

“Take your hand off,” he said as his grip on my hair tightened.

I did as he asked.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to fuck your throat, baby. Open your mouth.”

My eyes widened in protest and I tried pulling away, but his grip didn’t let me.