Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
For a moment, I’m shocked still. I expected anything from the grouchy sheriff aside from pure, unfiltered vulnerability. I never expected truth.
I must be drunk because rather than dropping to my knees, my lips crash to his, eager to taste this unexpected sweetness from the salty man. And, fuck, is he sweet. The moment my tongue lashes against his, we both groan. His greedy palms grab my ass, clutching and drawing me closer. I grip his masculine jaw, dictating how the entire kiss goes.
At first, he’s compliant. I’m used to taking charge in the bedroom. It’s why I’m attracted to smaller men. Soft men. I like feeling like the protector. That I can provide for all their needs, both inside and out of the bedroom. It’s not to say I haven’t been with men like myself, because when you’re desperate for a hookup, you’ll take what you can get. I’ve just never been with one so rugged and fucking growly.
“We have to stop,” he whispers, turning his head to break our kiss. His cheeks are bright red. From being turned on or ashamed, I’m unsure.
“You’re in charge, Sheriff.” I suck on his neck until he hisses. “Lay down the law like you mean it.”
Fiery brown eyes snap to mine. “Dante…”
“Yes?” I croon as I grip his dick through his jeans. “Have something to say?”
Rather than telling me to stop, he grabs hold of my shirt and then guides me down. I flash him a devilish smirk before dropping to one knee. When I look up at him, he curses, but his pupils are dilated to the max, desperate for what I’m offering. Without preamble, I unbuckle his belt and then unfasten his jeans.
“Not too late to say no,” I tease as I draw his jeans down his thighs. “One word and I’m out of here.”
His expression is murderous as he grips my hair. “Asshole.”
“Not the word I was expecting,” I taunt before running my tongue over his thick, throbbing shaft through his black boxers. “Though if you’d like my tongue there, you’ll need to be a little more specific.”
“Stop talking,” he growls. “Put my dick in your mouth and shut up.”
Bossy bastard.
I nip at his cock, loving the hiss that escapes him, before yanking his boxers down. His heavy cock bobs out, already leaking with pre-cum. I wrap my hand around his dick, impressed with the monster he’s packing. All it takes is a tease of the tip of my tongue in a quick circle around his crown for him to go into alpha mode.
“Suck it.” Both hands grip my hair as he glowers down at me with blazing heat. “I want to fuck your throat.”
I laugh at his boldness before gifting the boy what he wants. His moan is empowering as I expertly take him deep into my throat. Sure, I’m a dominating bastard in the bedroom, but I know how to please my lovers. Every guy likes his dick sucked.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “You’re too fucking good at this.”
Gripping the backs of his hairy thighs, I force more of him into my throat, swallowing as I do. This sends him over the edge and he shamelessly fucks my throat like it’s a tight, twinkie bottom. He’s huge and long as fuck, but I devour every inch of him, dead set on seeing the mean-ass sheriff lose his mind. It doesn’t take long before he’s letting out a garbled cry that signals the explosion of his release. Salty cum jets down my throat in an abrupt rush. After each jolt of his dick, I swallow, making sure I take down every drop. Once he’s wrung dry, I slip off him, admiring his red, wet, and dripping cock.
I make the mistake of looking up at him. With his eyes closed and his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing as he fights to catch his breath, I’ve never seen a man so beautifully wrecked. Gently, like I take care of all my lovers, I tuck his cock back into his boxers and draw his jeans back up his legs into place. As I zip him up and fasten his belt, I watch him closely.
Regret.
Relief.
Sadness.
Excitement.
His expressive face flits through a myriad of emotions. Sucking his dick was probably stupid on my part, but I just wanted to bring this guy down a few pegs. Take the proverbial stick out of his ass. Make him realize that hiding his gay side was pointless when he could have this.
“I, uh,” he murmurs, unable to look at me. “Thanks, uh, for that.”
Voices resound outside, causing him to jolt as though he’s been struck by lightning. He flies out of the stall and straight to the sink like his ass is on fire. I linger inside the stall, watching as Cato bounces into the bathroom and leaps onto Jax’s back.