Page 68 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
“You did.” I take his lips in another heated kiss, my hand drifting up toward his neck in a firm grip.
He moans softly against my mouth, shifting against me. I pull back and suck on his fat bottom lip, alternating between teeth and tongue as he hardens against me. When we’re both good and worked up, I end the kiss. His eyes track mine, a little lost, needing direction.
“Strip for me,” I command, putting a little bass in my voice.
He hesitates, and I raise my brow. Letting out a shaky breath, he pulls the cashmere sweater over his head, folding it neatly before setting it on the conference table. Toeing out of his shoes, he undoes his belt and pants then yanks out the tail of his button-down. His nervous fingers falter on a few of the buttons before he’s able to slide it off his broad shoulders. He’s a little less neat with folding the shirt.
Grabbing the open edges of his slacks, he starts to lower them before stopping to check out the door. “Wait, it’s not closed all the way.”
I grab his face, a little rough as I turn him to face me. “The door is my concern. Do you trust me?”
He nods, his eyes flitting back to the barely-there crack.
“Your words, Rand.”
Just as quickly, his eyes meet mine. “I trust you. I’m sorry.”
Grinning, I pat the top of his head. “Now be a good pet and take off your pants for me.”
He glances at the door again, but his expensive pants hit the floor with a clink of the belt buckle, followed by the soft woosh of his underwear.
“Socks too.”
He steps out of his pant legs, then bends over, awkwardly pulling off each sock, sending me a baleful glare when he nearly loses his balance. Finally, he stands up straight, entirely nude. His dick bobs out in front of him, a drop of precum hanging from his tip for dear life.
“Take out my cock, and let’s see how fast you can make me come.”
Rand’s eyes flick again to the door behind me, and I grab his chin. “If you don’t trust me, we don’t have to do this.”
He refocuses on me, his eyes glazed with lust.
“The sooner you take care of me, the sooner I can take care of you. On your knees, billionaire.”
He carefully kneels and unbuttons my jeans. The sight of an outrageously wealthy man on his knees for me…I admit it does great and terrible things for my ego. More than that, however, is his submission. So fucking beautiful.
“Unzip me but leave my clothes in place.”
He inhales sharply and works down the zipper, awkwardly shoving his fingers inside to move the underwear below my balls, fishing out my cock.
“Mm, that’s my good boy.”
Biting his bottom lip, he looks up at me, seeking permission. I nod. He takes my limp cock into his mouth, sucking on it, swirling it with his tongue.
“Don’t forget my foreskin, baby. Get your tongue in there.”
He immediately follows my instructions, dipping his tongue under the sensitive skin, swirling it until my eyes roll back.
“Take it all in.”
He obeys, and I stifle a groan as his hot mouth engulfs me. Grabbing his head, I begin fucking his face. He gives off another low moan.
“Baby, you have to be quiet.” He blinks up at me and nods, his mouth still stuffed full of my half-hard cock. I continue thrusting, holding his head steady so he can’t move it.
“Fuck, you’re so hungry for it. What a little slut you’ve turned out to be.”
His cheeks heat in my hands, and he starts to struggle as my erection fills his mouth.
“Shh, shh. Don’t fight it. Open your throat for me.”
