Page 48 of The Chief
His eyes glittered in triumph as I lowered myself to the floor. “Now take out my dick.”
His command made heat flood my system. Sliding my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, I tugged them down over his hard cock. I had never seen his cock in the light before, and I grew slicker at the sight.
“Wrap your hands around it.” When I hesitated, he growled, “Who knows when someone else is going to walk through that door, Jynx.”
Sucking in a breath, I did as he asked, wrapping my hands around his girth. They moved up and down his shaft, pumping him, learning what he liked.
He let out a hiss. “That’s right, baby. Just like that.” He tangled his hand in my hair. “Wrap those pretty lips around me.”
Sliding my tongue across his crown, I lapped at the pre-cum pooling there, moaning a little as his taste hit me. Keir’s fist tightened.
“Fuck, that sound you just made.” He peered down at me through slitted eyes. “Open wider.”
As I did, he thrust forward, stuffing his cock further into my mouth and driving into the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Keir groaned and slid back out, fisting his cock as the crown lay on my bottomlip. He slapped his dick against my swollen lip before he pushed inside again. With his fist tight in my hair, he found a slow pace I could manage, and he pumped rhythmically into my mouth.
When his hips stopped moving, I took over. My head bobbing back and forth, taking him deeper, as I hollowed out my cheeks. At that, his fingers dug into my skull; I repeated the motion again and again until he wrapped his large palms around my head and jaw and held me in place.
He took control, fucking into my mouth, never taking his eyes off mine until he came on the back of my tongue. He hardly made a noise, but the intensity of his gaze never wavered.
I pulled off his dick and was about to spit his cum onto the carpet, but he quickly slammed his hand across my mouth.
“Swallow it, Jynx.”
Glaring at him, I shook my head, causing him to smile. Pinching my nose, he depleted me of breath until I had no choice but to swallow in order to get air into my abused lungs.
“You’re a bastard,” I hissed at him, rising to my feet.
Tossing me a lazy smile, he tucked his semi-hard dick back into his jeans before refastening them. “Aye, I may be a bastard, but I’m a bastard who just had his dick sucked.”
I squirmed on the spot, feeling how wet my pussy was now because of him. Keir, of course, noticed and smirked.
“Need to come, baby?”
“Fuck you.”
He laughed. “Definitely later.”
I was about to cuss him out for being an arrogant ass when the double doors opened and a man in his mid-to-late forties stepped into the room. He had a receding hairline and a jagged scar which ran from above his eye socket to the corner of his mouth, behind him was a younger man with the same hard stare who had to be his son.
Gael shot Keir a smirk and said pleasantly. “I hope we aren’t interrupting anything.”
“Not at all,” Keir replied. “We just finished up.”
I glared at the pair of them. I did not give a shit if they were two clan members who could kill me and dispose of my body without a second thought. But unable to give either of them a full piece of my mind, I folded my arms and waited.
Gael and Owen moved further into the room, and the guard shut the double doors behind us. When I turned back around, I found the men had sat down, dwarfing the Georgian furniture with their bulk. They’d also taken all the seats available, leaving me to stand.
Keir smirked, his leg spread wide in the petite armchair, then he patted his knee.
“You have got to be kidding,” I muttered.
“Sit down, Jynx.” Keir’s tone was firm.
Glancing at Gael and his son, I noted the way they watched us, observing the hostile interaction between Keir and me.
“Is there a problem?” Gael asked, his fingers drumming on the arm of his chair.
“Jynx, stop being a brat andsit down.”
