Page 38 of All That Glitters

“Yeah? And he’s not the only one.” Time to teach the brat a lesson.

I grab her by the back of the head, hard enough to have her yelping at the flash of pain as my fingers tangle in her updo, forcing her down to her knees in front of me exactly the way she’d stated before. She protests the entire time, craning her head against my hold to look up at me with eyes that are wide, wet, and not even a little scared of me. Her curses are more for show than out of any real protest at the movement.

Her eyes give her away.

Tearstained, sure, but curious and full of desire.

Heat rises inside of me.

“Unzip me,” I demand. “Now.”

She blinks instead of answering before her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips. “What are you talking about?”

“Open my goddamn pants, Empire. I won’t tell you again.”

On her knees is exactly where she should be, but only if she’s in front of me.

I’ve never seen such a tantalizing expression on her face—a little worried and eager all at the same time. She pauses for another beat, another breath, before she reaches forward to the zipper of my slacks.

I tighten my hold when she stops, her hands drifting over the bulge in my boxers.

“Marcus—” she starts.

“Take me out and open your mouth. Wide.”

I expect her to fight me at least a bit, automatically if for no other reason, to tell me I’m out of my mind and there’s no way she’s sucking me off. Instead, she licks her lips again, and my cock twitches underneath her palm. She flicks open the button and takes the zipper between her thumb and index finger to drag it down. She finally takes my dick out, holding the tip gingerly in one hand while she tugs at the fabric with the other.

“Open your mouth,” I growl.

I tug her head back, and she meets my eyes, slowly prying her jaws open, staring at me in challenge. I take my cock in hand and shove it between her lips, touching the tip to her tongue and sliding along to wet myself with her saliva. Her eyes bulge, and it’s all the incentive I need.

Once she’s got her lips wrapped around me and the sensation of her hot mouth is enough to drive me out of my mind, I slide my other hand into her hair.

“That’s it,” I coax. Pulling out of her mouth just enough to have her breathless before I thrust back inside.

I want her to belong to me. Even when I pull back and she sucks in a breath, I want her to be mine. I yank her head forward, and her breathing hitches as I fill her mouth. Another inch, and she’s choking on me, her body convulsing and her hands on my hips to push me back a step.

“You’re going to let me fuck your mouth, you little brat.” I won’t go further, won’t mark my territory the way I want to by sliding between her legs and claiming her cunt for my own. The look on her face is priceless, though.

I pull her head forward and shove my cock against the back of her throat until she’s moaning incoherently. Gagged. Her tongue flicks against the underside of my cock, and I start to fuck her face with fast hard thrusts. My balls tighten. It’s been too damn long, much too long since I’ve had release inside someone else.

A mouth, a cunt, an ass. Anyone will do, but staring at Empire this way throws me right to the edge.

She’s beautiful. Her lips are so pink and lush, her makeup smearing and her eyes wider than before. I knew she'd be this beautiful looking at me. I’m not going to last much longer.

Staring at her, I pull out and grip my cock with my free hand, stroking it until the orgasm almost knocks me over. The force of it is enough to have me leaning forward to keep myself in place against the wall as I come all over her face. The groan burns the back of my throat.

And I wonder if I’ll always remember this moment: Empire Stone on her knees with my cum all over her face. It drips along the lines of her cheek, down her nose, on her chin, speckling her skin in a clearer way than the tears.

I tuck my dick back into my pants and zip up, adjusting myself one final time.

“Come on.” I reach for her, and she doesn’t move. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She swallows before she nods, her body shaking, her cheeks red, and no doubt entirely soaked between her legs.

I groan, tucking the thought away for later. If I check…I’m a goner.

FIFTEEN

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