Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“No.”
“Never?”
“Not since I was young and stupidly fell for a guy who only cared about being in control, not about me.”
“I care about what you want. I’m just making you admit it. Can you tell me you don’t want my cock in you?”
“I don’t.”
“You’re lying.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want anyway. This isn’t going to happen.”
“What if I say it is? Are you going to fight me?”
“Yes.” I bit back a groan as he increased the pace of his strokes.
“On the island you won’t.”
“On the island it won’t be real.”
He nipped at the back of my neck, and I shivered. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
“You can’t tell me this is also an anomaly.”
“This is insanity.”
He laughed. “The fuck it is. You’re not walking away until I’ve watched you come.”
“You can’t—”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Not to me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I pushed away from the wall. He let me turn around, but he used his body to cage me in. When he kissed me again, the urge to fight drained away. I slid my hands into his hair, holding him in place. I didn’t want the kiss to stop. I didn’t want reality to intrude.
He reached between us and unfastened his own pants. Then he wrapped his hand around both of us. The pressure of his fingers along with the silky, smooth slide of his cock against mine was pure bliss. I needed this, craved it in a way I hadn’t anything since the last time with him.
I pulled back from the kiss and looked down. My memory hadn’t exaggerated the size of his cock. The thought of him stretching my ass ought to scare me, but it only made me hotter.
Precum leaked from his tip, and I salivated as I stared at it. Without conscious thought, I swiped my finger across his slit, then drew it to my mouth and sucked, groaning as I tasted him.
When I looked up, our eyes met. His were black now, and they widened as I sucked harder on my finger.
Knowing I wasn’t going to walk away, I dropped to my knees.
“Fuck yes,” he said. “Suck me.”
I opened my mouth, and he rubbed his cock over my lips, smearing more of his precum on me. I licked it off, then opened again. He pushed into me far enough to choke me, but he quickly pulled out.
“You like this, don’t you? You want me to use your mouth.”
I couldn’t look at him and let him see how right he was, so I gripped his hips and pulled him to me, taking his cock so deep I gagged around it.
“Jesus, that’s hot.”
I still couldn’t look at him, but I swallowed around his cock and hummed before pulling off. “Fuck my mouth. I… I want that.”
“Your wish is my command.”
That damn snarky tone made my cock throb. I wrapped a hand around myself and jerked off as he drove into my mouth.
Tears ran from my eyes, and I had to suppress my instinct to fight. I wanted this, wanted him to choke me, to own me. I wanted to let go. I didn’t understand it, but I couldn’t deny it.
Once I was adjusted to his girth, I was able to tease him with my tongue and suck as he thrust into me. My hand moved faster on my cock. I was so close. I could tell he was too. His cock was leaking more precum, and his movements were frantic.
I heard someone talking outside. Fuck. Was that Leo?
“Ignore it,” Marco commanded.
He was in charge, and for the moment I was okay with that. I sucked harder, wanting to bring him off, wanting to know I’d made him lose control and fuck my mouth in a hidden office. I wasn’t the only one fucked up by the heat between us.
7
Marco
“Take it,” I growled as I started to come. “Take it all.”
Niall swallowed convulsively as I shot down his throat. “Fuck, that’s so good. Your mouth feels so fucking good.” I swayed and had to catch myself on the wall. Damn, I hadn’t felt anything that powerful in a long time.
Niall managed to hold out until I finished, but the moment I pulled out, he gasped, and I barely managed to clap a hand over his mouth to keep him from crying out as he came. After he’d made a mess of the floor, he looked up.
“You liked that,” he said, words slurred as if he were drunk.
I smiled at him and stroked his sweaty hair back from his face, loving how disheveled he looked. “You’re so fucking tense. You need to do that every day. Then maybe you’ll feel better.”
“That’s not…” He stood and tucked his cock back into his pants as his cold, federal agent demeanor descended over him again. “We’re supposed to be discussing a very important mission.”