Page 49 of The Silencer

“I am. Unlike you, I can’t just stop mid-blow job.”

His eyes meet mine and his finger drags down my chest to my stomach, settling right at the base of my cock.

“You need to learn to have some control.”

“I am the most controlled. You have no idea.”

He scoffs and then his hand wraps around my dick.

“I know what you’re doing,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear and setting my entire body on fire. Couple that with the way he’s stroking my dick and the fact that I can see this all in the mirror, and I won’t last long.

“What?” I breathe, leaning back against him, watching this all unfold in front of me.

“You’re trying to seduce me.”

I gasp and then groan when his wrist twists around my cock, making me buck my hips up.

“But, Tatum, I’ll have you know that even that sassy, wet mouth of yours won’t be able to do that.”

I reach back and grab on to his head, threading my fingers through his hair.

“But I had you. For a minute, I did.”

He drags his teeth along my jaw, and I moan loudly, trying to stay quiet, but ultimately unable to. The visual alone is too much.

“You’ll never have me,” he says and then bites down on my ear as my cock explodes. My entire body trembles, my scream broken as I try to inhale air that I desperately need.

And when I come down, he just holds me in his arms, his eyes narrow and dark, watching me with a fierceness that I can’t explain. I don’t even know what any of it means.

“Oh god,” I moan, releasing his hair from my fist and clutching his forearm to steady myself.

“Now,” Anthony says, “Now you can get dressed and get out of my room.”

I manage a small eye roll and step away from him, grabbing the hand towel on the bathroom sink and wiping myself up. Anthony sighs when he sees what I’m doing, but if I bend over to get the bath towel on the floor, I will probably pass out and die.

The entire room is spinning from my orgasm, so I lean forward and drink some water from the tap, getting my cheeks wet and some up my nose in the process. God, I am so unsexy, it’s not even funny.

“I really need to lie down,” I say, feeling lightheaded.

I shuffle out of the room and face plant onto his bed. Oh fuck, the sheets smell like him. Masculine. Toxic. Dangerous.

All the things I seem to love and crave.

“Tatum.”

Anthony is aggravated, I can tell by the tone of his voice, but I’m not moving from my spot until I can breathe again. He really needs to stop giving me hand jobs. I really need to find someone to fuck me in the ass. Hard.

This is unhealthy.

I know it, and yet I can’t stop myself.

I hear a sigh and then drawers opening and closing behind me. Clothes rustle, and I know he’s getting dressed while I’m ass-naked on the bed, still unmoving.

A knock on the door and the sound of it opening has me twisting my gaze to see who it is.

“Luca,” Anthony says, and then I hear footsteps moving toward me.

I should cover myself up, but I can’t quite make myself care. Blowing a major load does that to people.

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