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 know you need me,” I tell him.
I can hear the pent-up frustration in his voice when he whispers at me.
“All the fucking time.”
He lets me go, heading into the gazebo and undoing the top of his pants.
I look back and see that our shoes made footprints in the snow as we walked. I kick the powder around a little, trying not to leave the most obvious trail if anyone happens to come out.
The back doors of the house are still closed.
We’re safe, at least for now.
I walk up the few steps into the gazebo and Hunter’s on the far end. As I approach, he already has his cock in his hand. It’s the most desperate I’ve ever seen him, and Hunter doesn’t usually act needy like this.
Didn’t know I liked seeing him so needy, either.
The gazebo floor is cold under my knees as I drop down in front of him.
From this angle, he really does look like a god.
Towering over me.
Is he controlling me, or do I just want this so badly that I’m a willing participant? Deep down, I know I can’t lie to myself, and I know that if Hunter was in front of me like this any time, even back in the day… there’s no chance I would have been able to refuse him.
Because I don’t want to refuse him. I want all of him.
He takes one step closer until he’s right in front of my face. His fingers land below my chin, tilting my head back a little before I put my lips on him.
“Look at my eyes while you take my cock,” he tells me in a low tone. “Don’t stop looking at me. Understand?”
“Yes,” I tell him, nodding up at him.
Take what you need.
Please, fucking take it, because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything this much.
The tip of his cock pushes against my lips, warm and inviting in the cold air. And the moment I feel him there I part for him, letting him slowly slide all the way in.
His hand wraps around behind my head, his fingers lacing into my hair. The sound he makes feels like a little prize for me. He hums deeply, and all I want is to make him feel that, over and over again.
He pushes into my throat for a few beats, and I can’t take a breath while he’s there.
When he pulls back out I pull in a lungful of air, and his grip tightens on the back of my head.
“I can handle more than that,” I tell him, looking right in his eyes with a challenging gaze.
I see a brief flash of recognition in his expression.
And then he shoves his cock back into my mouth, going in all the way to the hilt, plunging deep into my throat without warning.
I moan around him before my air is cut off again, and he thrusts into my mouth like that a few times, hard and fast.
“You look good when you’re on your knees, king,” he murmurs down at me.
He grips my hair hard, tugging it until he gets the exact angle he wants.
And then he thrusts in far again.
I don’t know how it’s possible to feel powerful when another man is taking my throat like it’s his own personal fucktoy, but sitting here on my knees and giving this to him, it’s the only feeling flooding through me.
He fucks my mouth until my lips are slick around him, and I reach to grip the back of his thigh with one hand.
I keep my eyes trained on his eyes, just like he told me to.
“Need you. Need to come,” he says under his breath, the words coming out slowly, like he’s forgetting how to speak.
I have the power to make him lose himself like this.
And I realize that the impossible has happened.
Hunter Knox trusts me.
Which is a privilege almost no one else in the world has ever gotten.
And I’m even crazier than I thought, for wanting this so badly. If Hunter is unhinged, then I guess I am, too.
I’m a monster, too.
And I’m more than fucking okay with that.
He pulls back for a moment, keeping the tip of his cock between my lips. As I catch my breath, I let my tongue slide over the ridge of the head, teasing at it.
For a moment, I look away, glancing over toward the back of the Daggers house.
And the moment my eyes leave his, I feel the sting of a little smack on my cheek.
“Eyes up. On me. What did I say, baby?” he utters in a low voice.
My cock aches at the combination of sensations.
A streak of morbid curiosity rolls through me.
And I look away again, this time glancing down at his arm instead of holding his gaze.
This time, when I feel the sting of his hand on my cheek, I’m anticipating it. And it definitely wasn’t a fluke.