Page 43 of Deadlier Obsessions

Fuck, I love it when he gets so fucking dominant with me. I should turn this around, and force him to choke on mine, but this side of him just fucking owns me. I do as he demands, freeing his cock, which practically hits me in the face, and I waste no more time, sliding my lips around it, and sucking on the head. I relish the shudder that follows that first touch of my tongue, and then I tease him until he takes over and drags my head closer, forcing his cock further into my throat and holding me there.

“Fuck yeah, Gage, can you taste my cock? Can you feel me blocking your throat? You like doing this to me, don’t you? Youjust love filling my throat and feeling me giving up oxygen just to service you. Does it feel good to you, baby? Are you willingly giving up breathing, just to take me?” Jesus, it’s hotter than I thought to be on the receiving end of that stuff. Maybe he’s lucky to have me after all.

He’s ruthless, thrusting his dick down my throat repeatedly, like he’s punishing me for something, but I’m getting off on it. I’m loving the fact that he wants to do this somewhere where we could get caught, and I’m also already planning my revenge. Fuck my throat, and treat me like his fucktoy? He knows I can give that back tenfold, and I can’t fucking wait to do it.

I gag when he presses deep and holds me there, waiting for me to tap out, and I try hard not to, but I’m going to fucking pass out at this rate. Why is it so hot that he’s being so rough?

“Gage, you look so fucking sexy with a throatful of my cock, baby. Take my cum now,oh god… Yeah, take it all.” He unloads down my throat, and I struggle to swallow it down, while I’m still desperate for air. Fuck me, I’m actually lightheaded, but it’s intense, and I feel like I could go off myself right now.

Sebastian pulls back and tucks himself away while I’m still gasping for breath, and then he pulls me up, and turns us, shoving me against the wall where he’d been standing. His hand is in my pants a second later, and he strokes me, grinning as I curse and grab his wrist.

“Don’t make me cum, baby, not like this. It’ll make a real mess.” He smirks, very deliberately jerking me as he wraps his other hand around my throat, his lips on mine.

The fucker does exactly what I asked him not to, and makes me cum with a few strokes, and now I’ve got to go home like this, wearing my own fucking cum in my pants like a teenager.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

GAGE

“Payback’s a bitch, Pretty Boy.”

He chuckles as we walk back to Mav and our two women. Sebastian wraps his arm around my waist. “What’s wrong, Gage? Feeling a little sticky?”

This is an interesting side to him, because between the three of us, he’s always had the least of the asshole behavior. I will get him back. It might not be today, but when I do, he’ll know what he did to deserve it.

“What now?” Mav asks impatiently, the moment we get within speaking distance. He’s horny, and that always makes him edgy.

I glare at Sebastian. “I need to make a stop at the gift shop, then I have a surprise for the girls.”

Lucy chews on her crackers that she has started taking with her wherever she goes, but Stella jumps up and down with excitement. Do I watch her boobs as she does it? Yeah, cause obviously. The thought of her bouncing up and down on my dick makes my situation even less comfortable. Getting a raging hard on with drying fucking cum in my underwear is not my idea of a good time.

“Let's go.”

Sebastian opens the door to the gift shop with a smirk on his face, one that I intend to wipe off him very soon.

It takes about five minutes for Stella to squeal about these Paris shirts with a gemmed Eiffel Tower, and the words Je’T'aime in pink. She’s insistent that she’s buying two, one for her and one for Lucy. None of this is really exciting and new for Lucy, because I’m sure she’s been here, since she has spent the majority of her life on this side of the world. She stands off to the side with Mav’s arm around her, while she snacks on her crackers.

I find a pair of shorts and a three pack of boxers, but I decide to get a new shirt too, because the one I’m wearing will look really stupid with the shorts. Are Parisians really small because all the t-shirts are mediums, which will never fit me.

“I can’t find a shirt in the right size,” I grumble to myself, but Stella yells out, “I found an XL, Gage!”

Turning, I glare at her while Sebastian chuckles at my misfortune.

“I heart Paris?”

Even Lucy giggles, because everybody knows I do not fucking heart Paris.

STELLA

Gage keeps looking at Sebastian like he’s going to rip his clothes from his body and fuck him in front of all the tourists. Lucy, Mav, and I watch them with interest when Gage speaks low to him, “Are you excited, Pretty Boy?”

When he swallows hard but doesn’t answer, Gage says, “I’m excited, baby. So excited.”

Mav laughs as he wraps one arm around Lucy, and the other around me. “Did something happen up there?”

“Nothing,” Gage grumbles as we follow behind him, because it seems he’s the only one that knows where we’re going.

We end up at a large boat. A boat? A ship? I’m not sure, but it’s really big. All of us follow Gage onboard the vessel quietly. I think we’re all a little confused, because nobody seems to have known about this other than him.

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