Page 41 of Deadliest Throne

“Raven,” he warns, trying to pull me off him, but I wrap my arm around his ass, holding his cock down my throat as I shove the slim vibrator up his ass and turn it on.

"Fucking hell!" he roars, his whole body jolting in surprise. But he's cumming, hard down my throat. I struggle to swallow because there's too much and he's moving a lot.

I pull off him and start laughing as he curses and shouts. He’s still cumming, cock twitching out every little bit of his release. And the toy is still in his ass.

Cum is flying everywhere, he’s scrambling to get the thing out of his ass, and I’m laughing so hard I think I’ve pissed myself.

Finally, he gets a hold of it, pulling it out and tossing it across the room. It vibrates against the floor, the sound filling the room.

“What the fuck was that!” He gapes at me with horrified eyes.

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t just cum so hard you almost blacked out,” I manage to get out between laughing fits.

“You fucking play dirty.” He glares at me.

“Don’t do stupid shit then.” I raise a brow. “As hot as that was, you could have fucking drowned.”

He lets out a breath, not bothering to argue with me. “I don’t regret it.”

“And I don’t regret watching your cock go off like a wiggly noodle sprinkler.”

“Noodle?” he scoffs. “Baby, this is a roll of bologna. Nice and thick and long.”

“What!?” I’m dying of laughter again. I swear, the shit that comes out of his mouth is too much sometimes.

“I’m done. We’re done.” He pulls the plug and gets out. Grabbing a towel, he brings it over to me. “You're on time out.”

“You're a big baby.” I laugh as I let him help me up and out of the tub.

“And you're a meanie,” he pouts.

“Hunter, did it feel good?” I ask him, trying not to smile. “That toy in your ass? I bet it hit just the right spot.”

“We’ll never talk about this again,” he grumbles, not answering my question. I just smile and lean forward to kiss him softly.

“I love you. And thank you for taking care of me.”

“I love you too. But I’m gonna go downstairs and rethink everything in my life.”

He leaves me wrapped in a towel, muttering something about wondering if that’s what gay guys feel.

I don’t think he expected that, but with these guys, you gotta keep them on their toes. Expect the unexpected. If they can do crazy shit, so will I.

“LET’S GO SEE WHAT YOUR daddies are up to.” I kiss Andrew’s chubby little cheek and carefully make my way downstairs.

As I reach the bottom, I’m met with hushed arguing. Brows furrowed, I head towards the kitchen, stopping just before the entrance.

“Raven deserves to know. She’s affected by this the most out of anyone,” Quinton growls, slamming his bottle of beer on the table.

“And she will,” Link hisses, leaning over the table to get into Quinton’s face. “When I know more about what the fuck is going on.

“That’s not how this works,” Travis cuts in. “She knows what we know.”

Link’s attention snaps over to Travis. “And what if we tell her this, get her hopes up, and it’s all a lie.”

“It’s all over the news,” Taylor argues. “There’s going to be press conferences all day. The man is dead, Link.”

"He's not fucking dead until my connections tell me otherwise." Link's voice is low, and dangerous.

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