With a growl, he thrust forward one more time, and then held himself still. I could feel his liquid heat pouring into me, filling me, and I trembled. An odd fancy occurred to me—if I’d been female, this act would have seen me bred. I buried my head in the bed’s covers and surrendered to his mastery over my body.
When he was finished, he pulled out of me and turned me onto my back. Although my cock was smeared with precome, I hadn’t spent, and I shivered and whimpered. His golden gaze held mine and seemed to burn in the dark of my room.
“Stubborn gadje. You think to make a liar of me?” He leaned forward and dipped his tongue into my foreskin, something Thomas hadn’t known to do, and I cried out, but he still didn’t give me any satisfaction. He ran his tongue around the head of my cock and tugged hard, then folded his tongue into a point and dipped it into the slit.