Page 56 of Christmas Mafia Prince
And most of all? He likes it. My horny boy. I can see it in his flush. In the way he looks up at me with a dreamy expression while I’m buried deep in his hot mouth.
“That’s it…” I whisper, sneaking a glance at his pink ass and imagining how he must have fingered himself with lube. Fuck, this is my personal heaven. “Ready to take me down that tight throat?”
He mumbles what sounds like a yes, so I hold his head and thrust my hips forward.
Kill’s eyes roll back, and he lets out the sexiest gurgle as I sink in until his nose is buried in my pubes. “That’s right.That’sredemption. Good boy,” I mumble, overheating already. I don’t want to stay here forever, because another guest might want to visit the library, but this stolen moment is for us, and I intend to enjoy it to the fullest.
He hollows his cheeks as I withdraw, tongue lashing my cockhead with ravenous hunger, but then I’m back deep inside him, fucking his spit-slickened hole. Saliva drizzles down his chin and forms threads between his face and my groin, but we both want to continue until passion crashes over me, and I hold my lover’s head tightly to my stomach, coming down his throat.
Kill chokes a little, but never taps out, stroking my thighs instead.
“Such a pretty and obedient mouth…” I say between one gasp and another. My sweet thing looks up at me as if he’s the one thankingme. As I back out, he even gives my cockhead one more kiss.
“Your dick is as gorgeous as the rest of you,” he says with a dreamy expression, but I’ve got no doubt he is hard as fuck, and I’m not so cruel as to ask him to go back to the party like that.
“And you deserve a reward for being good. Hands on the table,” I tell him, and he immediately obeys, placing both hands on the edge. I would have given him a hand job, but he can’t havelubed himself up for nothing, so I give his ass another slap, and then shove in two fingers.
Killian whimpers and gets to his toes, arching his ass higher. What a sight to behold. Perfect pink cheeks framed by the black straps. “Please…”
“Go on. Jerk off,mon chéri. I want you to come so hard your ass almost breaks my fingers,” I rasp, withdrawing my digits, only to slam them back in. He is perfect like this—sensitive, submissive, and mine, so I watch his flushed face, hovering over him as he touches himself with a choked moan.
He’s not taking it slow either. As soon as he slides his hand into his underwear, all bets are off. He bucks against my fingers as I fuck him with them. He’s so hot and tight I half-regret I can’t bury my dick in him now after all.
“I can still… taste you…” he pants against the desk, but then I see it on his face even before his ass clenches. He’s coming. Cheeks flushed, brows furrowing, tongue reaching for his top lip as he grunts.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I growl, fucking him hard, until he starts twisting his hips, overly sensitive. Words keep coming from my lips as I stumble back, into a large armchair and pull Kill into my lap. “You’re such a good, obedient husband. I’m so lucky.” I place tender kisses all over his exposed neck. He keeps it perfume-free, just so I can smell the lovely flowers, not taste them.
Killian straddles my lap, hugging my head. “Yes. Yours,” his mutterings are like the purr of a happy kitten.
I smile, so content even the memory of my father’s words can’t spoil my joy.
But then something seems to shift in the farthest corner of the library. The only pets we’ve got here at the moment are the horses, so it can’t be a cat. I squint, and the shape starts makingsense. Like an oil spill in the dark ocean at night, he hides in plain sight.
Corvus. I would recognize his hair anywhere.
My first reflex is to grab a book off the desk and hide Kill’s ass. That’s only for me to ogle. How fucking dare he?
Sat in the armchair, face half-hidden in the shadows, Corvus meets my gaze at last.
“Enjoyed the show?” I say through gritted teeth and stroke Killian’s back when he startles. “It’s okay, baby.”
Corvus clears his throat. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Like he ever cared about good manners when they were inconvenient. I’m done with his bullshit. “I will not out you, but don’t try to throw around homophobic shit again when all you want is a front-row seat to dick.”
I see his chest expand and expect him to take a shot back, but instead he rises and waddles toward the door while keeping his crotch conveniently turned away from us.
“That’s right,” I call after him. “Leave, and don’t even consider thinking about my husband when you rub one out!”
As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, Killian bursts out with laughter, hugging my neck tightly. “Okay, so that was embarrassing as fuck, but his face.His face, Damen! Did you see how he walked?”
His amusement rubs off on me, and I chuckle, gathering him against my chest. Tenderness rises inside me, making me complete in ways I’ve never felt. “You’re taking it well.”
Killian groans. “‘Cause what’s left to do? Too late to take it back. Cuss him out? He seemed too pathetic for that, lurking in the corner like some pervert in a cuck chair. Maybe nowhehas a crush onyou, cousin-kisser.”
A scowl passes through my face. “I’m starting to regret I told you this story. And for the record, I never actually kissed him.Besides, I only have eyes for my little husband now,” I add, pushing my hand under his jacket and tickling his ribs.
“And you’re such a gentleman too, didn’t even come in my ass raw during a party. So considerate. I was far too gone to think about the potential for mess.”
