Once again, I’d forgotten all about the content I desperately needed. This fake date feltwaytoo real.
I followed him further down the path. When we reached what had to be the farthest corner of the park, Lew stopped and checked our surroundings again. Then he backed me into a nook I hadn’t noticed.
“You told me that your followers always went crazy when you posted lewd pictures,” he stated.
Bloody hell.
All I could do was nod.
“I thought we could take a few to get your income up.”
“Lewis Sinclair,” I bit out before choking on my saliva. “You … what?”
“Get your phone out, Noah.” A feral smile curled his upper lip as he waited for me to grab my Kraken XO Pro.
“Now what?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.
“How about this?” The massive Tiger sank to his fucking knees before me.
“Bloody hell, Lewis. You’re not sucking my cock!” I hissed.
Not here anyway.
He snorted, then shuffled his knees to get a little closer, crowding me to the wall at my back.
“Tempting, Bright, but it’s a little cold for that. We don’t want you to freeze your balls off.”
As if on cue my balls tightened up to nestle against the base of my cock. His words, his presence, and that goddamn predatory look on his face overwhelmed me.
His paws palmed my hips, and he bunched my jumper up with his thumbs.
Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.
“See?” he rasped. “It looks like I’m about to blow you.”
Yeah, I can definitely see that.
“Yeah,” I squeaked.
Yup, I’m getting hard.
“Get your camera ready, Noah,” Lew instructed me and I fumbled with my smartphone.
God, did that gorgeous man give me a show. He eye fucked the camera, posed with his hands on my body, eyes hooded, and yup, his huge cock bulging in his jeans.
Fuck. Me! No, seriously, Sinclair. Right here, right now. Bend me over and destroy me.
“I think I have enough pictures,” I groaned. If he kept it up I was sure I’d come in my trousers like a teenager.
“Just one more,” he murmured. Lew pushed my jumper up a bit more and nuzzled his face into my navel. His hot breath caressed my skin, and I moaned.
“Lewis,” I gritted out, unable to stop myself from smoothing out the striped fur on his brow. His light blue eyes fixed on mine as he pecked small kisses on my stomach.
“Did you get that?” he muttered distractedly, making his next kiss an open-mouthed one under my navel.
“Uh-huh.” I didn’t care about getting the shot. All that mattered was Lewis fucking Sinclair on his knees for me, the demure look on his face so at odds with a feral glint in the blue eyes.
I snapped another five or six blurry pictures before I gave up. I needed his mouth around my cock.Now.
