Page 36 of The Boss
He pulled Sloan’s hard cock through the gap and leaned forward, taking it into his mouth. The warm, wet suction felt good against Sloan’s sensitive organ, and Conall didn’t leave him wanting. He worked it like it was his own, using his tongue to lick, suck, and trace the erection like a professional. For someone who’d only recently started sucking cock, he had skills. He still had things to learn, but Sloan would be more than happy to teach him.
Daire rolled his eyes at Sloan, making him smirk. Fionn, on the other hand, stared at Conall in disgust, his lips twisted and gaze hot with anger. Sloan made a point of looking at Ronan, but he was pointedly staring at the floor.
“Pet, come sit on my cock.”
Conall stopped sucking and looked up at him, his wide-eyed stare asking Sloan if he was insane.
“I want to fuck you before my meeting.” Sloan smirked.
“Couldn’t you have done thatbeforeyou came here, boss? I have things to do.” Donal snorted in amusement anyway.
“No.” Sloan left it at that. He didn’t owe any of them an explanation, and they knew that.
Conall hesitated, but he shoved himself to his feet. The cool air hit Sloan’s cock, but his hardness didn’t dwindle. It couldn’t when Conall was pushing his pants and underwear down his legs.
His cheeks flushed a pretty red, but the determination in his gaze was more vibrant than the blushing. Conall wanted to make a point, and Sloan appreciated the effort. He knew there’d been something special about his pet the moment he saw him. His fierceness defined him and everything he did, and Sloanwantedto own that.
Conall slid his knees on either side of Sloan’s thighs, his fiery glare blazing hot in those beautiful dark eyes. “You got lube? I’m not letting you rip me up,” he whispered vehemently.
Sloan held out his hand to Fionn. Even though his nephew’s annoyed look didn’t disappear, he handed Sloan a bottle of lube he’d brought with him. Fionn knew Sloan well by now, and there was only one reason he’d bring his pet to a meeting like this when he hadn’t proven his loyalty yet.
Sloan passed it to Conall. “Do what you will, pet.”
Conall swallowed, the apple in his throat bobbing. In front of Sloan’s men, he prepared himself, wet fingers entering his own arsehole and opening himself until he decided he was ready to take Sloan’s cock. Once he’d covered Sloan’s erection with lube, Conall threw the bottle at Fionn. Fionn hadn’t been ready for it and it hit him in the cheek, making him splutter in surprise. The other men, including Daire, chuckled. But it was only Daire who received a glare from Fionn.
“What’s the purpose of this little display?” Conall whispered, jaw still tight and cheeks splattered with a flush of embarrassment.
“Ownership,” Sloan simply said. He didn’t need to say anything more. Realization dawned in Conall’s eyes, and instead of the anger Sloan expected, he was met with fervent lust. “You belong to me, pet. Remember that.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.” Even as he said it, he gripped Sloan’s shoulder with one hand, while he clasped Sloan’s cock with the other, leading it to his hole. The first push into Conall’s arse was difficult, with the tight ring of muscle trying to shove him out again, but the head thrust past it, earning a gasp from his pet.
Conall’s tightness sucked him in as though Sloan belonged there. Conall’s virgin arse had belonged to him from the very start, and Sloan had claimed it, just like he’d claimed his pet. Now each time he pushed into Conall, he knew he’d be the only man who would be inside him, and that excited him.
Conall whimpered low in his throat, quiet enough that only Sloan would hear him.
“So perfect, pet.” Sloan stroked Conall’s cheek. “So beautiful. Mine.”
After a bit of wiggling, Sloan was fully seated inside of Conall, his balls pressed against his pet’s arse. The tightness felt amazing around the most sensitive part of him, in ways his other pets hadn’t. Sloan wasn’t the kind of man to compare his pets, but it was hard not to with Conall. He was by far Sloan’s most favorite, and he’d protect him at all costs.
Conall curled his fingers around Sloan’s other shoulder so both his hands had a grip on him. He used it as leverage to push himself up until only the head of Sloan’s cock was inside him, before he slammed back down again. Conall glanced over his shoulder to look at their audience, but Sloan grabbed his chin so he could only stare at him.
“Focus on me now, pet. You’re mine and I only want your eyes on me when I’m fucking you.”
Conall gritted his teeth but didn’t glance away again. He fucked himself on Sloan’s cock, his arse sucking Sloan in like it was his home. The tightness of his hole squeezed around him, gripping at him firmly.
Cupping Conall’s cheek, he dragged him into a deep toe-curling kiss. He craved Conall’s taste. Over the short time he’d had his pet, he’d quickly become addicted. There was something magnetic about the way Conall looked at him, with a mixture of pure hatred and lust. They warred with each other, and Sloan never knew which one he was going to get.
Today, it was the lust and desire, a deep-seated passion that begged Sloan to dominate him, and that’s exactly what he’d do.
Sloan grabbed his hips, his fingers digging into Conall’s hipbones as he took control of his pet’s pace. The deep crimson collar looked stark against his tanned skin, an erotic reminder that Conallbelongedto him, and that made his cock twitch inside him.
Sloan dragged Conall closer until they were connected at the chest. He almost wished they were naked because their shirts stopped any skin contact. Conall wrapped his arms around Sloan’s shoulders while Sloan’s entwined around his waist. He fucked into Conall with a forceful pace, his cock driving deep and hard into his hole with every thrust. He didn’t give his pet a break or a chance to catch up—his orgasm was already building in his balls and he wanted to empty himself inside the warmth that made him crazy.
Conall didn’t ask for him to slow down, though. His eager gasps and moans were sweet sounds to Sloan’s ears, and it drove him into his hole harder and faster, until Conall tensed, grabbing his cock and pumping it furiously. He buried his face in Sloan’s neck, his groans louder than before as he came, strings of cum covering his own T-shirt. Some of it landed on Sloan’s suit too.
Sloan wasn’t far behind him. Goose bumps rose on his skin, the hairs on his arms standing up at the electric feeling of his orgasm ripping through him. His balls drew closer to his body, and he stilled with a grunt of pleasure as Conall’s hole milked him. Cum spurted from his slit, filling his pet nice and full.
He fell back against the chair, his chest heaving at the combination of pleasure and exhaustion that ripped through his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed sex so much.
