Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
His teeth clamp down on my hard tip, and I let out a deep grunt, my cock twitching like crazy. Fucking hell, am I about to come like a preteen?
“Is that clear?” His eyes meet mine, his stubbled chin scratching my sensitive nipple.
“Huh?” I mumble, because, really, I’m fighting for my breath here. Don’t expect me to pay attention.
“I said.” He nibbles on my other nipple, then bites down. “You’ll communicate properly instead of throwing temper tantrums.”
I jerk, my spine bowing as the spark of pain and pleasure lengthens my cock. The relentless edging is making my skin so sensitive, and when he licks my assaulted nipple, I’m moaning like a fucking whore.
Jesus Christ.
I need to stop this and run far, far away. Never look back again.
Change countries. Names. Try to stop whatever the fuck Marcus is doing to me—
He nips on the tattoo in the center of my chest, and it feels as if he’s pulling me open, bloodied fingers tugging on my insides like they’re marionette strings.
I only release a breath when he licks his way down my abs that tighten and clench. My stomach churns as goose bumps cover the wet trail he leaves in his wake.
“Answer me, my prince.” He stops so close to the purple tip of my cock, releasing my wrists to grab my hip, his finger digging into the serpent’s head as if he’s squashing it.
“Okay,” I say, not really sure what I’m agreeing to, because his wicked mouth is so fucking close and I need that wet heat.
“Such a good boy,” he purrs as he maneuvers me. And it is a maneuver, because I don’t do anything. I don’t know what to do, and I’d rather just let him handle it.
I bite my lower lip when I realize that I…what? Trust him with my body?
The answer comes to me as he pulls my legs open, settling between them, squirting lube in his palm.
Yes. I most definitely do.
“Let me make this hole dripping wet.” He thrusts two fingers in me as he fists my cock and sucks on the tip.
I throw my head back, a low grunt ripping out of me. “Fuck…yes…more…”
My ass clenches around his fingers, welcoming him in like all the other times he’s done this. My body caves, falling into the feeling so easily, I should be offended.
He pops me out of his mouth. “You like my lips wrapped around your thick cock, baby?”
I swallow, because why the hell does he have to talk like that? That dirty mouth of his is driving me mad.
Marcus curls his fingers inside me until it’s uncomfortable, and sparks of pain ripple through me, but my whore of a cock naturally likes it, considering the glistening precum.
“Answer me, Preston.” He adds another finger, stretching me so much, I moan. “Do you like my mouth around your cock?”
“I don’t care.”
“If you don’t care.” He thrusts his fingers. “I’ll assume you don’t need me to give you head ever again.”
This motherfucker—
My body jerks when he drives his fingers deeper, making me feel the discomfort. It’s a punishment, I realize, as his dark eyes meet mine. This asshole is the pettiest son of a bitch to ever exist.
If I don’t tell him what he wants, he’ll just keep torturing me.
While I enjoy edging, I don’t think I can handle it tonight, not when my cock is about to explode.
“I like it,” I whisper, my face heating. I better not be getting red, or my skin tone and I will have major problems.
“Fuck,” he rumbles deep in his throat, his fingers stilling as he drops a kiss to my cock. “Say that again.”
“Like hell I will. Don’t push it.”
He chuckles, the sound making my spine buzz and my cock throb as he licks it. “You can be so endearing for an asshole.”
“Hey, who are you calling an asshole?”
“You, baby. You’re the most infuriating, irresistible asshole I’ve ever met.”
Before I can cuss him out, he slides me all the way to the back of his throat.
“Fuuuuck…” I breathe out, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Holy shit… Mmm…”
The double onslaught of his fingers and his mouth sends an unfamiliar chill down my spine. I’m going to come and paint him with my fucking cum.
He pulls away before I can do that.
“Why…?” I groan, half in frustration, half drowning deep in arousal.
“You’ll only come with my cock deep inside your ass, baby.” He removes his fingers from me, and I swallow thickly as he squirts lube on his cock, drenching it, then jerking it once. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve been dying to fuck you?”
My heart lunges as his cold, lubed hand pushes my thighs apart. “That’s it. Open wider for me.”
“Wait…” I half pop up, placing a hand on the center of his muscular chest—though a hand is an overstatement, as only the tips of my fingers touch his warm skin.