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Excitement coursed through me.

“Get my cock out and make me cum.”

With a quick lick of my lips, I unbuttoned his jeans and discovered he wasn’t wearing any underwear, much to my delight. I playfully tugged at his jeans, teasingly sliding them down to his thighs. Looking up at him, I could tell he was growing bored by the way he raised his eyebrows, indicating his waning patience.

Fully aware that this was my one and only shot to hold him at my mercy, I savored the fleeting sense of dominance. Our eyes locked, and I skillfully moved my hand to fondle his balls, while my other hand tenderly stroked his throbbing shaft, my thumb expertly teasing the sensitive head. I gently caressed him, and he responded, growing harder and firmer in my hands. When I kissed the tip, I could taste the slight tanginess of his pre-cum, swirling it around on my tongue. With a smile, I pulled back and ran my tongue over my lips, savoring the taste. His eyes, already dark, seemed to darken even more as, with a voice filled with authority, he gruffly ordered, “Hands behind your back.”

I complied, my attention solely on worshiping his cock as I traced my lips and tongue along its length.

I dotted his shaft with a sequence of delicate, damp kisses, then proceeded to glide my tongue along the underside. I wasted no time in wrapping my mouth around his cock, using a firm suction and teasing him with the swirling of my tongue.

I could tell that his patience was wearing thin.

I kept my eyes locked with his and began moving up and down.

Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my throat and took him back as far as I could, when suddenly, I felt his hands on my head, pushing me down further onto his cock. The move caught me off guard and I gagged.

My eyes watered instantly.

With a rough grip on my hair, he forcefully lifted my head, giving me a moment to catch my breath. My breath came in ragged gasps, the sound filling the air as I fought to regain my balance. Another barrier crumbled within me, and I—albeit reluctantly—succumbed to his dominance. With a tight grip on my hair, he forcefully entered my throat, using my mouth to satisfy his desires. Despite the tears streaming down my face and his suffocating hold, I refused to break eye contact with him. His cock throbbed in my mouth, its rhythm matching the rapid beating of my heart, heightening the sensations coursing through my body.

My cunt was clenching uncontrollably.

The desire to touch myself consumed me while I pleasured him, but seeing the pure ecstasy on his face was too mesmerizing to interrupt. I sucked him deep while my tongue traced a swirling pattern along the underside of his shaft in the upward motion, intensifying the suction on the downward stroke. As he hit my gag reflex, I swallowed and let out a hum, feeling a shiver run down my spine at his unapologetic domination. His sadistic pleasure was evident as he ensured my suffering, and the undeniable fact that I was nothing more than an object for his pleasure caused me to let out an involuntary moan.

After several minutes, he forced my head down until the head of his cock lodged entirely in my throat. I was choking, and I saw the dark joy in his gaze when he let go, shooting his cum deep, forcing my throat to swallow. When the last spurt left his head, he eased his grip, and I swallowed quickly, regaining a measure of sanity as he stepped back and pulled up his pants.

Frowning, I wiped my thumb across my swollen lips and asked. “Why are you getting dressed?”

“You didn’t think this was about you, did you?”

“What?”

“You ran off. Your punishment starts now.”

“You can’t be serious!”

Threading his leather belt back into the loops, he smirked. “Never been more serious in my life. Get dressed. I have somewhere I need to be.”

I just stared at the man in shock.

Chapter Nineteen

Luc

She was pissed.

Then again, so was I when I had to stop what I was doing to go find her. Seeing her face when Gina left my office, I knew what she thought. And I was right. She confirmed that when she showed up at her apartment. I was ready to end it all. I didn’t need her shit on top of everything else I had on my plate. But when she opened up and talked, something inside me shifted. For the first time in a long time, I actually cared about something other than myself.

I wasn’t lying to her when I told her I wasn’t good at relationship stuff. I never was. Never would be. After the life I’d lived, I only knew one way. My way. I still didn’t know what we had between us or if there was anything at all, but I knew she needed me. It had been too damn long since someone needed me like she did, and I wasn’t sure I had the energy anymore, but I wanted to try. I guess in the end, that was all that mattered.

So, I was trying.

Sitting on my bike, I leaned forward to make room for her. After showing her where to place her foot, she stepped on the back foot peg with her right foot, swung her left leg over, before lowering herself astride my bike.

I never had a woman on the back of my bike. Like most of my brothers, my bike was my mistress. When I rode, I wanted nothing between me and the open road. I had enough shit in my life to worry about without having someone else on my bike.

Yet, it was bizarre, like she had always been there.

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