Rougher

Warlord was doing as promised. He was filling my mouth with his hard length. Stroking along my tongue as he grew stiffer. His aggression mounting because we were only a couple night’s shy of the Mating Moon.

He growled and he was riding into my face. His hips beginning to jerk.

The sounds of his pleasure was doing wild things to me, in return. Despite the momentary fear I’d experience as he filled my throat. Worrying when my next breath of air would come, I found myself savoring the sounds he was making.

His rough touch exciting me as his hands roamed my body as though he owned it. Touching me all the places that Clements had never been able to.

“Stop thinking of him.” Warlord said violently. His touch growing rougher as he began to strain to reach the back of my mouth. Filling my throat so it wrapped him entirely. My lips naturally pressing around the base of him as I felt the compression in the back of my neck.

When I grun