Page 69 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
He grabs my thighs, and I feel the back of his throat relax a little.
“Good boy, keep going. I know you’re thirsty.”
I deepen my thrusts, and he gags hard. His eyes water and drool drips down his chin. I pull him off my cock for a few seconds to allow him a couple of gasping breaths, then thrust back into his waiting mouth. Fuck, the sound of him choking on my cock is going to end this before it begins. I pull away, and my stomach tightens with need when he chases after my erection. I hold his head back.
“Poor baby. Look who’s not used to a big dick.”
He bats away my hands, swallowing me, doubling down on the mind-blowing suction. Grabbing his head, I fuck the back of his throat, and he chokes, coughing as more drool runs down his chin.
“Looks like I’m going to need to train you how to properly take a long, hard cock.”
He responds with a hot little grumble. “I can do it.”
He tries to deepthroat me again, only to gag even harder. Holding his head in place, I shallow my thrusts. He fights me to go deeper, so I pull away.
“Hm. Maybe we should start from the beginning.”
“I don’t need—”
“Suck on the head like a pacifier.”
His face flames red. “I’m a grown man.”
I condescendingly pat his cheek. “Grown men know how to take a dick.”
“My lovers have always been satisfied.”
My billionaire is strenuously objecting while he’s on his knees, bare, his face red and messy with drool, hair a complete mess. Fucking hell, he’s perfect. I flick his nipple, hard, and a thin string of precum connects to the floor.
“You’ve paid men to tell you that you’re good in bed when I’ll tell you you’re lousy at it for free. Now suck the head and try not to choke to death.”
He goes silent, but his glare is loud. I paint his lips with my own leaking tip. His tongue slips out, tasting me on his lips, his eyes darkening. Finally, he acquiesces, taking in just the head of my cock, sucking on it like a baby. He even makes the suckling sound, pulling hard as his ears turn bright red.
“See,” I say, nearly breathless as I brush the hair from his forehead. “You’ve got it.”
I let him suck me until I’m about to detonate, then I pull away. “Do you want me to help you go deeper?”
Clenching his jaw, he nods. I’d worry he wasn’t into it, but his dick twitches with every word I say.
With an evil grin across my lips, I direct, “Lie face up on the conference table with your head at the edge.”
He’s frustrated and adorably fumbly as he climbs on top of the table, looking like a freshly born farm animal as he sways on his knees. Finally stable, he gets into position, lying flat with his head right at the edge. I grab his shoulders and pull him toward me, far enough so his head is just off the end. His long body is exposed and helpless, and his hands are fisting and unfisting against the smooth wooden surface.
“Open your mouth.”
He does as asked, and I slip my cock between his willing lips. Pushing in slowly, I’m able to get my entire length in his mouth without gagging or choking him. Pity. I miss the sound of him struggling to take me.
“That better?”
He nods, swallowing against the head of my cock.
“See. Sometimes guys just need training wheels for cocksucking.”
He snarls at me, then opens wide when I push in and hang out at the back of his throat, pulsing. He starts sucking, intensifying the sensations.
“There’s hope for you yet,” I say, stroking his jaw.
I pull out and stroke back in, watching his throat fill as I fuck it. Wrapping my hand around his neck, I squeeze every time I bottom out.
