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His lips part in silent pleasure as I keep a fast hand rhythm.
“Come for me! Come on my cock, Red!”
He arches his back as I pound my hips forward hard enough to spank his ass cheeks with my balls in a repetitive, obscene smack that has me aching with the need to unload my cum into the condom. My growl fills the room, combined with Ramiel’s mindless moans as I piston into his tight, hot ass.
Then finally, his body shakes and spasmodically jerks as his bouncy ass clamps tight around me. He releases a long, loud whimper, and fucking hell, I like how vocal he is. I feel his cock erupting in my hand, and some of his cum dripson my fingers.
“Such a good cock-taker,“ I groan, pulling him up again and closing my other hand around his neck. I push as deep as I can inside him. Fireworks set off in my dick, and I start coming like never before. I bellow a roar as I pump fresh spurts of cum into the condom, wishing that the latex barrier wasn’t there, and I was filling Ramiel’s ass with my hot jizz.Fuck, where did that thought come from?
Just as I’m regaining my breath, Ramiel tries to move away. I don’t let him, tightening my grip on both his neck and cock. He moans, and I feel new cum dropping on my hand. I don’t want to pull out of his incredible hole, not yet. Not when shudders of pleasure are still riding both of us.
“Stay,” I whisper my command in his ear.
After a few seconds, he relaxes in my arms. My dick keeps pumping leisurely inside him, twitching every time I get deep. I feel his hands hesitantly move back and then slowly brush my hips and thighs. It’s like wings of a butterfly against my skin, tickling my skin, but damn I want him to keep going.
My thumb is stroking under his ear where I feel a protrusion. Is that the microchip he told me about?
“Is Serena listening to us?” I ask him. Don’t know if I like the thought of the AI eavesdropping.
He snorts, then turns his head, tucks it under my chin, and inhales deeply. Is he smelling me?
I’m still sliding my cock in and out, in and out, unable to stop.
“Warmest hole I ever fucked,” I tell him, and I feel his sigh against my neck. I take my hand off his cock and lift it near my mouth to lick his cum off my fingers. He tastes warm and salty.
“Are you sore?” I ask. My interest is weird. I don’t usually care about my hookups after the deed is done.
“A little.” He gasps and his whole body turns stiff again. This time, when he pulls away, I let him go, even though my dick jerks a couple of times, as if trying to reach his ass again.
With his back to me, he wrestles his jeans back up and then grabs his shirt, rapidly yanking it on. He looks in a hurry but pauses to hiss and stare at his injured hand with a dumbfounded face.
I want to ask him what’s going on, but it’s none of my business. So I follow his example, and after throwing the condom in the wastebasket, I tuck my sedated dick back in. I pick up his gloves from the floor and hold them up for him to take. When he grabs them, he frowns at me and wrenches them out of my hand with force.
Okay, what the fuck is going on with him?
He’s silent. No jokes. No teasing. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down.
He enjoyed being fucked. I’m sure of it. I can still feel the way his body gripped me and sucked me back in, milking me fucking dry. Did I hurt him? Was I too rough?
“So, Art…” he suddenly utters. His eyes are darting toward the door like he’s uncomfortable, like he wants to leave.
I know this isn’t his first rodeo. And when he sucked my cock yesterday, he looked cocky and smug of himself afterward, not awkward as fuck. Is he afraid that I want more? Because I don’t.
Why does the thought of having hurt him make my skin crawl?
“He confirmed that there’s a hit on Malcom Bindy. Those mercenaries were contract killers and not the only ones interested.”
Never thought the little twink could be involved with assassins.
“Serena, darling, we need to find Malcom ASAP.”
Hisrigid pose and uneasy behavior push my protective buttons. I can’t stop myself from asking, “Are you okay?” I stroke a nervous hand over my buzzed head.
“Getting soft?” He lets out an empty laugh and sounds a little defensive when he adds, “I came, didn’t I?”
That he did. So why is he acting all prickly and vulnerable now? And why do I care?
We work together. I need him to find out who wants me dead. The excuse isn’t very convincing, but it has to do for now.
