Page 75 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
I pluck it from him and make a big show of dripping the lube onto my hands.
Anthony playfully narrows his eyes. “You are trying to torture me, aren’t you?”
“I dunno, baby—is it working?” I ask, reaching out to slick his cock, admiring the fat head as the sound of lube on skin makes my hole clench.
He growls a response and pins me back against the bed, the kisses rougher, our hands everywhere. Anthony grabs the lube from me, a little more generous with his pour. Drowning me in a kiss, he swirls his fingers around my hole. Deepening the kiss, he dips his middle finger to the first knuckle. I moan and writhe against him, pushing on his finger, trying to take it in deeper.
I protest when he pulls away, but then he winks—actually winks—at me and trails kisses down my sensitive neck, collarbones, nipples—fuck, so good—and belly.
Inserting another finger, he nips at my sparse treasure trail before dropping between my legs. He sucks the sensitive skin at the join of hip and thigh, and I arch up off the bed.
“Anthony!” I shout, surprised by the move, so close to the edge I'm about to embarrass myself.
His mouth disappears, but his fingers continue to explore, searching out sensitive areas. He slips another finger inside me, using his thumb to massage my balls as he crooks the three fingers just so.
My cock is hard and leaking as I whine his name.
Smirking, he swallows me whole, sucking me with incredible force while relentlessly invading my ass with his fingers.
I start to fall apart, my muscles giving way to ecstasy, when that motherfucker pulls away again, taking his fingers with him.
“Anthony,” I grit out, desperate, practically humping the air. “Give it to me. Get into me right the fuck now.”
He yawns, unperturbed by my need to have him absolutely pound me into this mattress. “What’s that, my love?”
“Anthony Edgerton, if you don’t—”
Smiling lazily, he notches the head of his cock at my entrance and pushes in hard.
“Greedy billionaire,” he grins, his eyes tracking my irate expression when the sharp, fucking necessary bite of pain is followed by eye-rolling pleasure as he forces himself against my poor defenseless prostate. He pulls back, deliberate, pulling almost entirely out before sinking into me again, another hit of pain and bliss. It steals my breath and my erection, but not one bit of my pleasure.
I look down at us, loving the way our bodies connect, the way his monstrous cock looks so brutal fucking up into my narrow body.
“Goddamn, I love this dick,” I grunt out. “Fucking break my spine with it, Daddy.”
He chuckles, then leans over me, forcing me to look into his eyes. Oh fuck. I’m over here getting fucked, and the man is making love to me in earnest. Clutch it, reverse, zoom my damn heart from the highest hill to the deepest valley.
“I love how fucking dirty you want it,” he says, kissing my brows and open mouth. “I love this face.”
I cross my eyes and stick my tongue out at him, and he kisses me again. “I love this face too.”
This lost-and-found expression Anthony’s giving me—while absolutely railing me—is so fucking real. He must see the truth in my face because his expression softens, and he slows, nudging my nose with his.
“Anthony, I…”
The sound dies in the back of my throat and I don’t know what the next words are meant to be. I don’t have the vocabulary for how profound this is.
He nods, his eyes searching mine. “Me too.”
