Page 87 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
The slick-slick-slick of his hand working over his delicate cock nearly sends me. I pull back, barely, needing to see his face. He grins and points to his mouth. Fuck. Yes.
Needing no further encouragement, I rearrange us so my heavy balls and plumped-up junk hang directly in his face.
Mads whispers fuck it—I’m assuming to oxygen—and starts kissing and sucking on whatever he can reach. Thumbing my taint, he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, then reaches up to stroke my cock a few times.
I grunt and blindly push back, my dick eager to find his mouth. He sucks in my head, his mouth already stretched, but I know he can give me more. With each thrust, I renew my attack on his hole, and he does his best to comply, grabbing the base of my cock to supplement what can’t be stuffed into his willing mouth.
Buried as I am, face first in his ass, I don’t realize he’s got plans of his own until he lets his oiled fingers slide through the crease of my ass and skate along my hole. I jump at the surprise, trembling at the delicate touch before settling into it, a low moan traveling from my core.
He pets the tight swirl of muscle until I relax a fraction. Slowly, he works his middle finger in, and I stop thrusting, hyperaware of his invasion of my body. I grunt as his unreasonably thick finger breaches me to his first knuckle. I’m aware I can stop him, but I’m fascinated and don’t want to.
He blindly pushes in a little farther, stopping at the second knuckle. Staying inside of me, he sucks hard on my cock, continuing to gently rock his finger, at some point hitting the spot that causes a full-body shiver.
Pulling away from my now-desperate cock, his voice is rough as he whispers, “Welcome to your prostate.”
“Fuck, keep introducing me, Maddie,” I command, my own voice rough and shaky.
He goes back to sucking and stroking and finger-fucking me, and within seconds, I’m a goner.
“Gonna come,” I rasp out.
I move my mouth from his hole to his cock, sinking down and sucking hard as my orgasm overtakes me. He does the same, timing it with the thrusts of his finger. I shudder again, dropping my weight onto him, whimpering as he adds a second finger and starts going to town. I jerk violently as his cum floods my mouth, coming so hard I forget to swallow.
I start to choke, and he pulls away, his cock still pulsing. I catch up on oxygen, then lick him clean.
“I’m going to need some fucking scuba gear if we’re going to keep doing this,” he says, smacking my hip to give him more space.
I turn on my side, laughing at him as I snag his big toe.
“What are you doing down there?” he asks, his breath hitching as I put his toe in my mouth.
“Mm,” I say, taking a break. “I love to suck on things.”
“I'll keep that in mind for the future,” he responds, laughing as he leans down and grabs me by my shoulders, tugging me up toward the head of the bed. I follow along, landing next to him.
I go in for a kiss, and he holds up his hand, wrinkling his nose.
“Look, I love you. I love how you love on me. I didn’t want to say anything in the heat of it, but can we wash up a little, maybe gargle with something before we keep making out?”
My face heats. “Oh shit. Hadn't quite figured out the logistics of that. Of course.”
I jump up and immediately make my way to the bathroom. He follows, catcalling me about my ass, and I feel a little less self-conscious.
We wash our faces, then gargle and brush our teeth, flossing for good measure. I goose him as he bends down to rinse out his mouth, and he pops up with a squeak, getting toothpaste foam all over himself.
“You asshole,” he says, trying and failing to hold back laughter.
“What can I say? I'm an ass man,” I say, grinning as I wipe his face clean. Biting my lip, I continue, “I hope that’s okay. I…it’s hard to control myself when I get around your derriere.”
He kisses my jaw and leans back to look me in the eye. “I have never had my tiny ass appreciated as much as I have in your company, and let me say…that is not a complaint.”
My face goes flush all over again, and I chew my thumb.
“What's this look, Mr. I'll Kill Anyone Who Lays a Hand On You?”
I’m weirdly shy about answering him, but he kisses my jaw again, and I know—as I have always known—that I can be more vulnerable around him. Let him see all of me.
