He huffed at me and rubbed his throat. Smacking me on the thigh, he narrowed his eyes. “You need to be patient. You’re notsmall.”
I carded my fingers through his hair, noting the stark differences between my skin and the redness of his strands. “I know. You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to see your throat bulge with my cock.”
He paused, a shudder going through him. He reached down to rub himself over his jeans. “Just let me do it at my pace. Please?”
I spread my legs farther as a sign of agreement, and he shuffled closer again. Holding my cock at the base, he licked a line from the bottom to the tip of my length, before taking the head back into his warm, wet heat. He sucked eagerly, tonguing my slit again.
I stared down his corset and ran my fingers through his hair, my balls already incredibly tight against my body. Merely getting him into that piece of clothing was enough to make me close, and if I had my way, it wouldn’t take long before I exploded in his mouth, breeding his throat.
He took a few more inches between his lips and sucked. He cupped my balls, fingers and palm kneading me exactly how I liked, and it came to the point where I could no longer look at him. My head flung back and I drove my hips forward without thought, shoving as deep as his throat would allow me. My orgasm ripped through me hard and fast, a whirlwind tearing me apart from the inside, and my cock jerked, cum jetting down his throat.
He gagged and his fingers gripped my hips, but he didn’t shove me away. Instead, he stayed still, taking every last drop of my jizz like a champion. Only when I was done and had collapsed back on the chair did he pull away, coughing and rubbing his neck.
“Fuck.” He inhaled and exhaled sharply, swallowing as though I’d fucked his throat raw. Maybe I had. I was big and I’d thrust as deeply as I could.
“Want help?” My balls were completely drained, and I didn’t know if I had the energy to move, but for him, I would try.
He shook his head and his cheeks flushed a deep red. He glanced down at himself. “I... came when you did. That was kind of hot.”
“Kind of?” I teased.
He laughed. “Very hot.”
“Hm.” I straightened, and once again reached in to rub his nipple. He moaned and leaned toward me, hips thrusting, as though searching for friction. “Let’s buy this.”
He whimpered in agreement.
“And anything else you can find.”
He pouted. “I’ve got messy panties now.”
I winked at him. “Well, grab as much as you can, and I’ll pay for them. Then we can get them home and you can model them.”
His eyes shined and he grinned eagerly. “Sounds fun to me.”
Me too.Except for this afternoon when I’d bred his arse, I hadn’t come so hard in my life. He wasperfect.
10
FINN
“Damn.”I dropped one of the ridiculous number of bags I’d been balancing in my hands. Heat attacked my face as a thin man with shiny blond curls ran up from where he’d been smoking alongside the house with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Shooting me a grin, he scooped the bag off the ground.
“Got it,” he said, as if he’d done something amazing, then handed the extra bag to Legend. “Have a good time, Boss?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Quite the haul there, hey?”
“Oh, good enough.” He smirked at the guy. “Everything here all right?”
The guy bobbed his head. “Your mum came back and went on inside. Hero’s back. Everything’s calm.”
“Good. Stay until Soros gets here. Then you can head out.”
The man dipped his head, then went back to his post leaning against the side of the house to finish his cigarette. He sent me a sly wink when I made eye contact with him.
“I wasn’t sure you had security here.” I tried not to stare at the man as we headed toward the door.
Legend’s arms were full of purchases, too. He’d gone overboard—or rather, I had because he’d kept encouraging me. I would feel more embarrassed about the size of my shopping spree, except Legend had looked at me like he wanted to fuck me into the ground every time I’d chosen the next delicate, wispy, or sexy outfit.
And when I’d picked out a few pairs of shoes he was just as bad as with everything else, telling me to get a few more. This wasn’t even everything. One of the shops we’d stopped at was sending someone here later to drop off our purchases. My arms were full of paper bags with handles—that’s how I knew I’d probably spent more money in one day than I ever had in my life. There wasn’t a single plastic bag in sight. Overhead the sun crept closer to the horizon at the top of the hill behind the house, and I honestly had no idea how long we’d been out because I’d loved every second.
