Page 28 of Mimosa

And he liked that just fine.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yes, to all of it.”

“Did you think that was a fucking question?” Sonny asked right before he moved down to kiss him hard, grabbing both arms, holding Mims’s wrists to the bed, taking the control he’d spoken about to that next, crucially important level.

Bruising kisses, teeth on his jaw, down his neck, biting, hands tightening on his wrists, Sonny grinding on his hip, letting Mims feel his cock, rigid in so many ways…

He let out a pained groan that was ignored by Sonny, as Sonny was busy sucking and biting his flesh. After Sonny got Mims’s wrists in one hand, his other slid under the waistband of his briefs, grabbed his cock and squeezed it crushingly.

Sonny didn’t seem to do anything lightly, and Mims liked that most of all.

“Tell me, little man, that you want my cock in you,” Sonny growled in his ear, then kissed him, making the declaration impossible.

Mims’s mind was spinning, and he wanted to say it, to scream it, but Sonny’s mouth on his, his tongue in Mims’s mouth, all of it kept Mims floating and unable to ground himself.

Once Mims’s hands were released, he began clutching onto Sonny, fingernails digging into his flesh, none of it had an effect on Sonny to stop and let him say it. Sonny continued to stroke him roughly, kissing him the same way, taking over everything, every single bit of Mims.

When he let up, Mims choked on the words, “I want it,” then was furiously kissed again.

Sonny knew what he was doing, keeping Mims on edge, unable to speak or even to breathe. He was in control, he had the power over Mims, and Mims gave himself willingly, ready to be Sonny’s toy.

When Sonny moved away from him, Mims tried to follow, but a hand pushed him hard back onto the bed. “Don’t fucking move.”

Mims fell back and sucked in buckets of air, filling his lungs until they burned. “Want you…want you bad…”

“You’re going to get me bad, baby.”

Sonny pulled the drawer of the nightstand so hard it came out and landed on the floor. Unperturbed about it, he knelt on the ground and when he rose again, he was getting a condom on his dick before tossing the lube to Mims. “Get some on me if you don’t want it to hurt as bad.”

Mims moved to the edge of the bed before he poured a palm full of the lube into his hand, then began to seductively slather it over Sonny’s thick cock.

Even the condom couldn’t fully cover how beautiful the man’s dick was. It was dark under the pink of the condom, like every bit of his darkness was there, throbbing under the flesh, waiting to ravage Mims’s insides.

Nine inches, if Mims knew size, and he did, and a nice girth that was going to stretch the fuck out of him. Mims stared up into eyes he couldn’t see again, shadowed as they were in the darkness of the room, but he felt them. Sonny’s eyes were glaring, hatefully, like he hated that he was falling for Mims.

And he likely did hate it.

After all, unlike those he was working with undercover, he was a good cop. He wanted to make the world a better place, and there he was, falling for a thief. A criminal.

Mims felt it, and he also could relate. Of all the men he could fall for, a cop was about the furthest from his expectations.

He was pushed on the bed, kissed roughly again and as that kiss lingered hotly on his mouth, that big dick was pushed inside of him, and as Mims tensed from the burning of it, Sonny’s teeth caught Mims’s bottom lip and bit there, to easily keep Mims in place.

His whimpering was barely audible, but Sonny chuckled, nonetheless. He was a dark prince, a devil, and Mims loved it. He loved the harsh man’s ways, fed off his hatred and sought out his love.

The first feel of that cock fully inside him had him spinning and tense as he held tightly to Sonny, as if he might fly off the world if he let go.

Sonny kissed him tenderly, again bringing him to an edge because his body wasn’t being tenderly touched. After a short adjustment time, Sonny began to deeply pummel him, even as his lips were giving feathery kisses over Mims’s face.

That was Sonny’s thing, and Mims knew it the first night of their pretend romance. Keeping Mims on edge and proving who was in charge.

Just like a damn cop.

Mims knew, however, how to play that particular game. Be on edge, just like Sonny wanted, be submissive, as he wanted too, but he knew that in reality, no matter who Sonny thought held all the cards, Mims knew who it truly was.

With his best submissive voice, Mims pleaded, “Let me please you. Let me show you there is no one else but you in the entire world for me.”

More chuckling, and Mims knew he had him. Mims knew that the control was now his to hold. Pulling out of his ass, Sonny kissed him chastely and fell over onto his back. “Show me.”

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