Page 81 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
He turns around, the worried scrunch of his brows entirely too endearing.
I tilt my hips, and his eyes go wide. “But…your cum in my hole,” he whines.
“I didn’t say that’d be tonight.”
“But…”
I point to my cock, which is both girthier and longer than his. “If you’re worried that yours is so small, don’t. I haven’t made a man fuck me in a while.”
He glares at me, a bit of that haughtiness flashing through as if to remind me that he’s still the billionaire in this situation. “I am not small.”
“Oh, Mr. Billionaire, you’re so big.” I snort, shaking my head at him. “I told you to stop listening to the men you paid to fuck you. But don’t worry. Your cock is sufficient. Like a training cock until I need something with a little more heft to it.”
He fumbles the lube, spilling some on his fancy duvet as his chest rises and falls rapidly, his neck an adorable scarlet.
I bite back a laugh when I hear him mutter not small under his breath. I rearrange myself so I’m laid out like a king, propped up against a large stack of pillows.
“Just because you’re smaller than my usual boys doesn’t mean you can slack off with preparation. Tongue my hole, then really get that lube in there. You’ll want to lie on your belly to get the right angle.”
Rand somehow still manages to look like a billionaire while lying flat on his stomach. I lift my balls, and he pushes his face into my undercarriage, extending his tongue as far as it will go. I tilt my hips up a bit more and shove his face closer to my hole.
“Still good?” I ask, loving him in this position.
A mumbled yes filters out from between my thighs as he continues to lick at me, each swipe of his tongue a little more urgent than the last. Smiling, I drop my heavy balls on his cheek. He grumps at me, so I do it again.
Once I’ve got him breathing heavily, I cradle the back of his head and draw him away. “Good boy. Now lube up your pinky finger. That’s all I’ll need for that small cock of yours.”
I check on his cock, and it’s still rigid, a fat drop of precum sitting on top.
Chuckling, I adjust so he can reach behind my nuts and massage my taint and hole. After a few seconds, he pushes in his pinky.
I grimace from the minor stretch, but I’m beyond ready. He leans forward, giving my head a little suck as he hooks his pinky against those sensitive nerves in my ass. Jesus, fuck, I forgot how good that shit feels.
“Time for your gherkin, baby.”
He removes his fingers and fits the head of his cock against the barely stretched opening, slipping against it a few times before pushing it through the tight ring of muscle.
Fuck, he’s so much thicker than his pinky.
I school my face as he slowly pushes forward, pausing at the thickest part of his flared head. Brat.
I grab his hips and complete his thrust for him, throwing him off balance. Grinning, I strengthen my grip, angling his hips just so as I slam him into me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, continuing to fuck him with my ass.
Still glaring at me, he falls forward into a kiss, sucking my lower lip into his mouth, teething at the plump skin as he begins to thrust in time with my hands, back and forth, back and forth, letting my lip go when the tight ring of muscle finally gives way.
“Oh my godddd,” he says, his voice like charcoal sex.
I may be in charge, but all I’ve got in me at this point is a head bobble and Lamaze breaths as he continues to bottom out, moans and pleasured sighs tumbling from his mouth.
Without thinking, I wrap my legs tightly around him, hooking my ankles together behind his back.
He loses his balance again, flattening out against my chest. Soon enough, though, he finds a rhythm and grabs the sturdy headboard to drive his hips forward. I bite my lip, tasting blood as more sounds pour from the back of my throat, the pit of my stomach, the bottom of my soul.
I squeeze tight around him, then roll us until he’s on his back. Now that I’m on top, I’m fully impaled on his not-small-in-the-slightest cock. We lock eyes and fuck…this angle is so different, the sensations more intense. When he hits that patch of nerves from this direction, it’s all I can do to not immediately explode.
“I’m gonna come on your chest,” I growl, rolling my hips until his eyes flutter and roll to the back of his head. “Jack me.”
