Page 110 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
I shift, hovering over him once again, kissing him feverishly, slipping my tongue into his mouth so he can taste himself.
Palming my cock, I position it, then push hard as the reluctant muscles allow entry. He moans into my mouth as I enjoy the breach and retreat from the taut ring.
He practically sobs as he pleads again, and I smile against his lips. Without warning, I shove my full length inside him, angling up. His voice pitches up and falls low, pain and pleasure as I stroke him mercilessly.
“There you go, baby. Take it.” I grunt, fucking into him, consuming him, the strain visible in his jaw and the arch of his back.
I fucking love it, and so does he.
Pushing both legs back until his knees are around his ears, I set a punishing pace, ignoring his pained cries while leaning into his pleasured moans.
I make a point of looking down at his deflating cock, nailing him with an arched brow and a smirk. Grumbling, he squeezes his inner muscles, causing my hips to stutter.
“Fuck. You are so fucking tight.”
He grins as though he’s gotten something over me, and I nearly collapse with relief. There he is.
I let one of his legs go to reach between us, caressing the ridge of his cockhead with the tips of my fingers. At the same time, I pull all the way out, then ram back into him: caress-thrust, caress-thrust.
After a few rounds of that, he’s rock hard and begging me to go harder. I kiss him through his grunts and high-pitched begging, then spit on his cock, taking him in a too-tight grip, rough-stroking over the already sensitive skin.
“Coming,” he grits out.
I keep my strokes steady, and he comes on a grimace. I angle my hips to thrust up again, sending another spurt of cum through his cock.
When he’s finally finished, I grab his shoulders and pull down, thrusting hard through my own intense orgasm, reveling in the tight grip of his body. A few more tears spill down his flushed cheeks as I fill him.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers. “I love you so much. I couldn’t bear it if you’d been hurt.”
I kiss away his tears. “Let it out, Joe. I’m here. I love you so much.”
Rough sex is exchanged for gentle touch, and I pull him into a hug. As he settles down, I part his cheeks and apply gentle pressure to his puffy, abused hole, swirling the puckered skin with my cum while my other hand calms him with gentle circles on his back.
He sniffles as he buries his head in my chest. I stroke his hair and make low, soothing sounds.
“You were so brave tonight, Joe. You saved my life.”
He stays silent, letting out a big shuddering breath. I let my hand drift down to spread his cheeks, giving my fingers more room to administer to his hole. “I couldn’t tell if I wanted to worship you or fuck you. So I figured that while the adrenaline was high tonight, I’d take this pretty little hole. But tomorrow I’ll need you to use me. If that would please you.”
He tightens his grip on me and nods against my chest. “I would like that very much.” He hesitates, but I don’t push, letting him find the words. “I…I don’t want to have to do that again. Kill people. I don’t—”
I place my fingertips on his lips. “Shh, shh, shh. I don’t want you to ever have to do that again either, okay?”
He nods, relief in the slackening of his muscles.
Gently pushing my cum back into his hole, I ask, “Do you want me to clean you up? Or do you want to sleep with my cum inside you?”
I know the answer, but I want him to feel like he has a choice.
Sounding a little floaty, he answers, “Plug me.”
I reach into the bedside table and pull out a slim plug, generously slicking it up before carefully inserting it. He winces then relaxes into the sensation of being stuffed.
“Mm, you still have all this delicious cum on your chest. Can’t let it go to waste. May I take care of you?”
He nods, leaking a few more tears as I shift him onto his back. I lick the cum spatter pattern across his belly and chest, finishing my clean-up with a few sucks of his soft cock, running my tongue under his foreskin the way he likes it.
The air conditioning clicks on, and he shivers. I cover him with my body and then a blanket, and we fall asleep like that, sated and supported.
