Good boy.
I’d make him forget his hopeless desire to bring someone else into the circus. I’d make him forget abouther, whoever she was.
His lips parted as he stared up at me, waiting for instruction. He looked so fucking good on his knees, and my cock strained against the material restricting it.
I drummed my fingers against the waistband of my pants, and Daze finally moved at the invitation. He fumbled with the button, frantically tugging at the zipper. His breaths grew louder as his own arousal soared. Within seconds, he had my cock out and bobbing at full mast in front of him, but he waited.
No matter how badly he wanted me, he would never do anything without my explicit instruction. It was one of the things I enjoyed most about him. He was completely submissive, eager to bend to my whims.
Not to mention, he sucked dick like a god.
A bead of pearlescent precum dripped from the head of my cock, landing on the floor between his knees, and a whisper of a whine clawed up his throat. He licked his lips, and my eyes trailed the movement. At the thought of him running it along my shaft, my cock twitched.
I dipped my chin in a nod, giving him the permission he so eagerly awaited, and sucked in a sharp breath when his slender fingers wrapped around my girth. He squeezed gently, just enough to draw a moan from me, and stroked up toward the head, rolling his thumb over the slit.
My eyes fluttered when he ran his tongue along the ridge of the head, taking his time to tease me, before taking me into his mouth. He moaned around me, his tongue dancing eagerly against my shaft as he sucked, and my head spun.
Fuck.That perfect mouth.
His brown eyes flicked up to mine as he swallowed more of my cock, moving his hand at the same excruciating pace. Slow, calculated. Determined to drive me wild.
When he pulled back, I fisted his vibrant hair and dragged him closer. I wanted to feel more of him. I wanted to fuck his throat. I wanted to feel the muscles tightening around me as he gagged.
I thrust forward, fucking his mouth while he made obscene slurping noises. My balls tightened, and I braced my free hand against the wall.
Despite how badly I wanted to close my eyes and throw my head back, I kept my gaze trained on the beta, watching as my cock disappeared inside him with every punch of my hips. The closer I got to release, the more the knot at the base of my dick began to swell, and it bumped against his mouth.
Goddamn, what I wouldn't give to knot him, to bury my cock in his throat until the knot locked into place with his jaw stretched wide.
I'd never do it though; I didn't want to hurt him.
He wasn’t any good to the circus injured.
I imagined bending him over and knotting his ass, filling him to the brim with cum, and my balls tightened at the thought. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I picked up my pace, tugging unforgivably on his hair as I slammed his face down on my cock. A groan tore from my lips, and my breaths became erratic.
When he wrapped his fingers around my knot and squeezed, I came, my hips jerking as I spilled my load down his throat. He swallowed every drop, licking the head clean and making me shiver, before sitting back on his heels and waiting for instructions.
I gently patted his cheek, a smirk lifting the corner of my mouth.
He could continue to wait.
That’s what he gets for annoying me.
I tucked my cock back into my pants, fastened them, and turned to grab my book off the couch. Then, I marched to the back of the trailer and crashed onto the bottom bunk to finish reading in peace.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ARINA
I was less refreshed after my shower than I’d hoped.
The last conversation with my father replayed in my brain even after I turned off the water, and I fought to swallow down a tide of conflicting emotions.
That motherfucker.
I still couldn’t believe everything that had transpired, even in the aftermath.
