Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“So pretty, baby,” I rasped, my voice low and husky with sleep. “You suck my cock so well.”
He groaned, his eyelids fluttering shut before he opened them again, locking those dark eyes on mine again. Then, he began to bob his head. Despite wanting to fuck up into his throat, I remained still, letting him take his time and work me over. Sometimes, that was one of his best rewards. He loved knowing he could get me off without any assistance from me.
And fuck, he was so damn good at it.
I groaned when he flattened his tongue along the underside of my cock, my neck arching. “Fuck, baby. Just like that.” I scraped my fingernails along his scalp, and I swear to fuck, he practically purred, his throat vibrating around my length. “I love how you look when you’re worshiping me.”
He doubled down then, like my praise urged him on. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I couldn’t help the moan that crawled up my throat even if I wanted. Growling, I pulled him up and off of me before lurching forward, shoving him onto his back. He sucked in a sharp breath, then moaned when I slipped my fingers between his cheeks and found his hole already slick and loose, ready for me. I smirked at him, my brows arching.
“Eager this morning?” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him.
He nodded. “Please, sir.”
Goddamn, he begged so prettily.
I growled and pinned his wrists above his head. “Keep them there.” I wasn’t patient enough to grab cuffs or rope to tie him up. My cock was achingly hard, and I was desperate to be inside of him. Shoving his head up and to the side, I leaned in, attacking his neck, nipping and sometimes biting at his more tender spots, marking him for all the world to see.
He was mine, and I was feral in my fucking obsession for him.
He groaned, his heels digging into the mattress so he could grind his leaking cock against mine. I huffed a laugh, then leaned back, admiring my handiwork on his neck. He looked like he’d been mauled. Reaching out, I traced the bruises and bites with my finger, smearing crimson in the places I’d drawn blood.
“Christ, I can’t get over how good you look when you’re marked by me,” I rasped.
His pupils blew wide at my words, and he whined. “Please, sir,” he pleaded, his cheeks flushed beneath his tanned skin. “I need—”
I plunged three fingers into his hole. His back bowed off the bed, and he sobbed, grinding down on my fingers. I hummed and leaned down, biting his hip hard enough to draw blood just as I stroked my fingers over that sweet spot inside of him. A wicked grin pulled at my lips when he shattered, his cum spurting over his abs. Pulling my fingers out of him, I slid my cock inside, then covered his body with mine so I could take his mouth in a hot kiss.
“Can I touch you?” he pleaded. “Please. Please, sir.”
I nuzzled his neck, smearing his blood along my nose and chin. “Yeah, baby.”
His arms and legs quickly wound around me, and he clung to me as I moved in and out of him, marking his chest, shoulders, and collarbone as I did so, all while listening to every sweet, needy sound that ripped from his throat.
“I need you to come again, baby,” I rumbled. I was so fucking close, but I needed to feel him come while I was sheathed inside of him. “Give it to me. Come on, baby—”
He cried out, burying his face against my shoulder as he came a second time, though not as much. Groaning, I sank my teeth into his collarbone and spilled inside of him, marking him as mine there, too.
10
Chet
William placed a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage links, and toast in front of me. Before I could even open my mouth to ask for ketchup to go with my eggs, he placed that down in front of me, too. Wordlessly, he grabbed my empty coffee mug and disappeared back into the kitchen to make me another cup.
After he’d fucked my brains out and left me boneless from coming twice, he’d cleaned me up, then we’d fallen asleep for a little while longer. Now, I was being given prince treatment with breakfast and coffee, though that wasn’t unusual. I couldn’t cook worth a shit, despite William doing his best to teach me, so he always cooked for me, or I ate what someone ordered or Thyrie cooked up. William always made sure I had food in my stomach.
Malik settled onto a barstool next to me, leaving one between us. His neck didn’t look much better than mine did—covered in bite marks and hickies—and there were bruises around his wrists in the shape of chains. I arched a brow at him. “Rough morning?”