Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I slide my hand down after a moment and he isn’t smiling.
He’s looking at me, very seriously, before he speaks again.
“Make me pay.”
I push my cock deep into his mouth.
Even harder than he fucked mine.
Harder than any normal person would like getting fucked in the mouth, but Hunter is a goddamn animal and I feel him moan with pleasure around my dick as I use his throat.
I keep it pushed deep for two seconds, then five, then ten.
I know he can’t breathe while I’m holding my cock this deep, and I know he loves that.
The moment he motions to move back a little I push it in a little deeper, looking him right in the eye.
“Take my cock.”
I barely even recognize the brutality in my own voice.
And then I thrust it backward, watching him gasp for air, and I lean over again.
I stroke the side of his face.
He coughs softly, just low enough that no one would hear it, and he wipes at the edge of his mouth, already looking utterly fucked.
“Good boy,” he says softly, and my cock visibly throbs in front of me.
I feel wild.
I feel like him, a little bit.
And it’s giving me that electric sensation again. Like I’m someone else. A different version of me, entirely.
“Am I a good boy if I use your mouth just to get off?” I ask him, thwacking my slick cock against his soft cheek, then doing it on the other side of his face.
I push it right back into his mouth and cock my head to one side, marveling at how good I look between his lips. “You think I’m yours?”
He deep throats me and then pulls off. “You’ve been mine for a long time. I saw how you used to look at me—”
“Shut up. Put my cock back in your throat.”
He smiles at my commanding tone. “I like you like this, Royal.”
“You have no business calling me that.”
“Then come for me and I’ll call you my slut, instead.”
I let out a slow sigh, feeling my dick throb hard.
Fuck.
Why did I like that so much?
I feel like I could come from anything now. He won’t keep a solid rhythm now, instead tonguing me and teasing me and only giving me his throat every now and then.
He’s trying to keep me on edge.
Drive me absolutely fucking insane.
Control me.
He knows I’m afraid that someone is going to walk by and he’s milking me for as long as he possibly can.
I watch the devious little expression on his face as he laps his tongue along my tip again, hating how much I love this.
Did I want this the whole time?
Is he right?
When I was curious about Hunter all throughout high school… is it because somewhere in my mind, I wanted him this badly?
The thought is sending me over the edge. No matter what I focus on—his hair, his eyes, his fucking perfect lips—it makes me want to ruin him. Come on his tongue. Maybe come all over his face and leave him sitting there, marked as mine, as I turn and walk away like he did to me earlier.
I stroke my fingers through his hair and it’s so soft, just another layer of sensation that’s sending me over the edge.
“Rayne,” I hear Weston call out from across the house.
I can hear his footsteps.
But there’s no fucking way I’m stopping.
“I don’t care,” I utter at Hunter.
And I really may have lost my mind at this point, because I mean it.
My best friend could walk in and see me using his brother’s mouth like this, and I still wouldn’t be able to pull away from Hunter.
He slides his tongue along my shaft, giving me a purposeful look as he pauses.
“Come in my mouth,” he says in a low tone.
And finally, mercifully, he starts to take me deep into his throat again in a fast, hard rhythm. I buck my hips in time with his movements and it’s so good I can’t process anything else.
Tension pools inside me and I feel it crash over me like a massive wave.
He’s sucking me like he owns me.
I’m fucking into his throat like I own him.
Right now I don’t care if that makes me depraved or desperate or just as fucking unhinged as Hunter is. I want it too badly.
As I come on his tongue, he swallows around me like he wants all of me. I can’t stop myself from letting out a low moan even though I’m trying so hard to be quiet.
He slowly pulls off of my cock, and my breath is heavy as I look down at him.
I feel like I’ve just been fucked.
Or like I just ran a marathon.
I hear a door being open and shut upstairs, and then the heavy sound of Weston’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
“We’re in here, Wes,” Hunter suddenly calls out loudly, and at the same time, he puts his palm against my softening cock.