Page 70 of The Boss
Now his pet was a writhing mess, pleading with “fuck yes” and “please, sir, more,” and it only made Sloan’s cock harder. Pleasure spit through him, alongside something else, something more dangerous. It was a skip of his heart, a clench of his chest, and a swirl of his gut, and it definitely wasn’t lust or need or desire.
Love.
But Sloan wouldn’t tell his pet yet. Their adventure had only just begun, and he wanted to see where their journey led them.
Conall’s cries rose in volume. “Please, sir. Master. Let me come. Please.”
Sloan gripped his hips harder, fingernails biting into the vulnerable flesh. He was so close that he could feel his orgasm teetering on the edge, in his balls, but he wanted his pet to come first.
Curling an arm around Conall’s chest, he dragged him up and fell into the chair, Conall sitting on his cock. “Come, pet.”
Conall clasped his cock, jerking it off furiously as Sloan continued to pump up into him. His arsehole tightened and Conall’s entire body trembled. Spurts of cum shot out of Conall’s cock and into the air, some landing on Sloan’s desk, but mostly he got himself and the floor.
Sloan wasn’t far behind him. His veins zinged with need and his balls drew closer until his orgasm ripped through him. His cock shuddered inside of Conall, filling his pet with his seed.
Conall groaned and fell back against his chest. “Wow. That was fucking amazing.”
“What have I told you about swearing, pet?” Sloan stroked his arm and along his neck, laying a kiss to his shoulder.
Conall threw him a grin over his shoulder. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Spank you,” Sloan said without missing a beat.
Conall stood, Sloan’s half-limp cock sliding out of his body, and he turned to him. “Promises, promises.” Then he licked his lips, gaze hungry. “How about we wash up, sir? You can eat out your cum from my arse. Or shall I?” Conall reached behind himself, two fingers penetrating his own hole. He pulled them out, some of Sloan’s cum coating them as he put them in his mouth and sucked. He moaned. “Yum.”
Sloan smirked, his cock twitching threateningly. “You’re going to be the death of me, pet.”
“Mm, but what a nice death it’d be.” Conall took hold of the arms of the chair and leaned closer to Sloan. “So, who’re we going to torture next?”
He raised his brow in surprise. “Got a taste of it, did you, pet?”
“Maybe.” Conall laid a gentle kiss against Sloan’s throat and fondled one of his nipples, flicking and teasing the nub. “Or maybe I like seeing you be a powerful mob boss. It gives me a stiffy.”
His pet was definitely going to put him in an early grave.
“Oh, pet, that can be arranged. There’s lots of people we need to teach lessons to. Starting with whoever betrayed us to Toscani. He might not have given up his contact’s name, but we’ll find the rat.”
Conall chewed on his bottom lip, fingers moving dangerously close to Sloan’s cock. “I can’t wait. When do we begin?”
“Now, pet. Right now.”
