It was never enough.
I always wanted more.
Insatiable to the point of insanity.
Silas struck me as the type to never disappoint. Hopefully, I wouldn’t come to regret tonight.
He made a show of unbuttoning the front of his pants, precise flicks of his fingers that pulled the button from the hole and then used it to tug the sides apart. His hands were alwaysfascinating to me—things used to stitch people back together like worn fabric coming undone at the seams.
How often were these same hands that held my face a tool that saved a life?
Countless, I’d wager.
An unfathomable amount of hours spent under the harsh lights of the OR, clipping, extracting, sewing, cauterizing. Incredible work done by a man who pretended not to care. Or at least, never realized he did.
If he truly didn’t, he’d have no reason to continue to track me down and make sure I survived to see another day. No sociopath only interested in the money and notoriety that came with the title gave that much of a shit.
A thumb hooked under the hem of his slacks and then dragged them down past his hips, no underwear in sight.
Of course he goes commando.
The second his cock popped free, it nearly slapped me in the face. Giant and veiny, a healthy pink color that darkened at the tip. The thing had to be twice the size of mine and girthy asfuck.
“You’re kidding me.”
Wealth.
A high paying job.
A big dick.
What the fuck else did the universe need to reward this man with?
“Never seen one before?” He gripped himself by the base in order to use it to drag the wet head across my cheek. “You didn’t strike me as a virgin, Bishop, with all that shit in your closet.”
Ha ha, funny.
“Guess you’ll never find out.”
His hand tightened on my face. “How good are you?”
I popped up my brow. “At giving a blowjob? I’ve never had complaints. Why?”
“Just checking.”
With what? I almost asked right up until his hand shifted to the back of my head to grip my hair to anchor me in place while he shoved himself past my lips and straight down my throat. The muscles constricted around him instantly, my hand coming up to slap against his hip while I braced myself not to gag.
He held me there with my nose pressed against his freshly shaven pubic bone, his eyes burning into me while mine prickled with tears.
Holy fuck.
He was so fucking lucky this was hot. Normally, I never deepthroated a guy.Especiallyone his size.
He was a tight fit, cutting off all of my oxygen and causing me to grow dizzy as the seconds ticked on without another morsel of air being dragged past my lips. This was the kind of thing that was sure to tip me right over the edge into subspace, something I’d only experienced once a couple of years ago.
Back then it was scary to come out of, not knowing what happened before I’d worked up the courage to do my research after the fact.
Since then, I’d been searching for that high again. To experience it full-well knowing what the hell was happening.
