Page 136 of Something So Strong

“You’re the best.”

I want to kiss him. I want my lips against his so I can catch all his anticipation.

His head rocks as much as it can. “You’re the best… But… But I’m good… I’m good, just for you.”

“You’re more than good.”

I use my free hand to pry his grip away.

His chest heaves in rapid succession, but I’m his oxygen.

I’m the only thing he needs. Now and forever.

No one else can keep him safe like I do.

No one else can tame him, please him, love him like me.

Kai sucks so hard on my mouth that my shoulder won’t be the only thing purple come morning.

His tongue chases mine, but like always, he coaxes me back to his side.

My forearms flatten against the glass behind him.

He grabs my ass—his nails scratching at me like he’d done to himself.

He’s like a fucking animal. Marking me again and again in every way he can think of.

I’m like his property and I’m obsessed with it. I can have anything in the world. I have stupid levels of power. But Kai Tremblay is what brings me crashing down, and he has no idea I’d throw it all away for him.

“What do you think a good boy should do next?”

His eyes blink once, then lock with mine as he slides down between me and the shower screen.

Water cascades down the front of my body as I hunch over to watch him.

Those broken bone tattoos that caught my eye on my first night here wrap around my length and Kai slackens his jaw, sticks out his tongue, and grins up at me with dutiful deviance.

He wants to push my buttons so badly.

He wants me to hit him—I can see it in his smirk.

“Get to it, Kai.”

He runs his tongue across his top row of teeth. “Yes, Daddy.”

I still don’t like it, but if it makes him happy…

Kissing the tip of my cock, he coats his lips in my pre-cum then licks me clean. But that’s as long as he can hold out. It’s already been too many minutes since I was in his mouth.

Hand holding me firmly, he smacks my underside against his tongue and closes his lips around me.

His hazel irises are stolen from me as they lose focus—all his pleasure senses heightened by the weight and size of me in his mouth.

Resting my head against my forearm, I use my other hand to grab onto the longer parts of Kai’s hair. Some have been washed over his face—the dark brown, to blond, to faded blue painting it almost as beautifully as I can.

The next time Kai draws back, I hold him still and rut forward.

His eyes widen, then fade.

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