Page 57 of Shameless Royalty

My breath catches as he pulls my sweats and briefs down, and my cock jerks against my stomach, pre-cum smearing against my skin and his gaze darkens.

His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “Fuck, Malachi,” he groans, wrapping a hand around the base of my cock, stroking in slow and in a teasing manner. “You’re already drippin’ for me. What a pretty fuckin’ mess.”

He drags his heated gaze over me, and it’s too much. I move to shove my hands over my face, to block out the way he’s looking at me like he’s about to ruin me completely, but Connor’s already grabbing my wrists, pinning them down.

“Oh, no, baby,” he tuts. “I want you to watch.”

I’m going to kill him.

I’m going to fucking kill him.

But then his mouth is on me, hot and wet and perfect, and I let out a strangled noise. My hips jerk up instinctively as his tongue flicks against the slit before he takes me harder this time, rougher, like he’s making a fucking point.

I grab at his hair, yanking just to have something to hold onto, but it only makes him groan. “Jaysus fuck,” I gasp, my hands shaking where they grip him. “Where the hell did you learn—”

He pulls off just enough to shoot me a wicked smirk, his lips slick. “Never sucked cock before,” he admits, his thumb strokingover my slit, spreading the mess there. “Guess I’m just a natural with you.”

I arch up, fucking lost, when the heat of his mouth drags me under again. He’s sloppy, hungry, stroking what he can’t take, his grip bruising where it holds my hips down. I can feel his groan vibrate against me, the sound wrecked like he’s getting off on this just as much as I am.

Nothing exists except this—except him.

His green eyes stay locked on me, and the intensity in them sends a shiver down my spine. “God, Connor,” I breathe heavily, my voice breaking as another whimper escapes my throat, and he groans in response.

He’s relentless, his tongue and hand working in tandem, driving me higher and higher until I’m barely holding on. My breaths come in sharp gasps, my body straining as every nerve feels like it’s on fire.

“Such a fuckin’ brat,” Connor mutters against my skin when he pulls off and strokes me, his voice a low growl. “But look at you now—so good, baby. So fuckin’ sweet for me.”

I’m going to lose it.

“Connor—”

He doesn’t let me finish. His mouth is on me again, his movements rougher, his hands pulling me closer as if he’s trying to devour me whole. The wet heat of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth—it’s too much, too intense, and my head tips back as another broken sound escapes me.

I can’t even fucking think, my body coiled too tight, everything inside me locking up as he sucks harder. Then he lets go completely, a string of spit connecting his lips to my cock, and I nearly sob.

“No,” I whine, trying to push his head back down. “The fuck are you—”

He grabs my wrists, pinning them to the mattress as he hovers over me, his lips swollen and his pupils blown wide. “I’m not lettin’ you come yet,” he says, pressing a bite to my throat. “Not till I say you can.”

My hips buck up, desperate for friction, but he doesn’t give me any. Just holds me there, his hands gripping my wrists, his body caging me in, owning me completely.

“Say you’re mine, baby,” he coaxes, his voice a dangerous purr. “Or I’ll leave you like this—drippin’, needy, beggin’ for me to finish what I started.”

I shake my head and he smirks, grinding his hips against mine, letting me feel exactly how hard he is through his jeans.

I let out a frustrated groan, my fingers curling into fists. “Fuckin’—” I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, then snap, “I’m yours, you arsehole. You happy now?”

His grin is triumphant, and then he’s back on me again, pulling sounds from me I didn’t know I was capable of making. My hands tangle in his hair, my nails scratching at his scalp as I give in completely, my body trembling under his touch.

“Prettiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen,” he says as he strokes my cock. “You gonna let me wreck you, baby? Gonna let me taste every fuckin’ drop?”

His grip on my cock tightens just enough to make me whimper and I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed. Not when he’s looking at me like that—like I’m something he’s about to devour.

I let out a strangled noise, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. “Connor, please—”

He hums in satisfaction as I beg him, his tongue swirling around the head before he takes me in, his lips sealing around my cock like he’s been starving for it. My breath stutters, my back arching as he sinks lower.

Connor moans around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, making my toes curl. His hands grip my thighs,keeping me spread open as he starts to move, his tongue working over me, his pace slow, torturous.

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