Page 43 of Without Fail

Ryker swirled his tongue along the crown, over the slit, and down the vein that ran the length of him. And then he did it again. That talented tongue sent him into a tailspin before his cock was engulfed in the warm, wet heat.

Ryker couldn’t fit him all in his mouth, but he did a fucking fantastic job at it and Marshal felt his release rolling up. He cupped the back of Ryker’s head to pull him off, but the man stayed his hand.

While he loved the blow job, this was not how he wanted to get off. His only desire was to be buried balls deep in Ryker’s ass and come so far inside the man that Ryker could never be apart from him. He stood it for as long as he could and then lifted Ryker from his cock. The man’s lips were wet and red and Marshal took Ryker’s lips in a deep kiss.

Powerlifting Ryker, he rolled them and placed the man beneath him, wrapping those slender legs around his hips, he grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock.

Ryker moaned and thrashed and Marshal grabbed the man’s throbbing dick with his slicked hand and gave it several long slow twisting jerks.

Needy, hungry hands scratched at his arms and chest and Marshal knew he’d proudly wear the marks for days.

When Ryker’s cock pulsed in his hand, Marshal lifted up enough to slide his slicked dick into the entrance of the man’s tight channel.

Slowly, he eased inside as he gave Ryker a lip-crushing kiss. The man moaned into his mouth and bit at him, sending chills of pleasure up Marshal’s spine.

Marshal pulled back out and then shoved in again, this time not stopping.

Blue eyes widened and then a gasp left Ryker’s throat when he was seated all the way inside.

The tiny gasping sound drove him crazy.

That and the sudden pulsing of Ryker’s dick as he came in his hand. Seed covered his fingers.

Marshal groaned, sounding more like an animal, and eased his dick partially out only to shove back in harder. Ryker clung to him with his cock spilling between them, his slender body convulsing, and Marshal could no longer hold back his own release.

He shuddered, jerked, and shot deep.

“Yes,” Ryker moaned on a high note, thrusting into his fist, grinding upward.

The man’s ass tightened around his cock, milking every ounce of juice from his body.

Their eyes met, gazes locked, and Marshal wanted this moment to last forever.

Ryker had altered his life.

Trembling fingers touched his lips and cupped his jaw and Marshal felt the first moment of fear when he saw the love in Ryker’s eyes.

Later, he would realize that this first inkling of fear would not be the last.

One week later, Ryker pushed open the door to his father’s study and stepped inside.

“Shut the door.”

He grimaced and pushed the heavy wood closed before walking farther into the large room. He always felt like it was twenty degrees colder in there than in the rest of the estate, but that could be attributed to his father’s frostiness.

Robert Langston sat behind his wide oak desk in a black leather chair with a wide window at his back. Beyond the glass gave a snapshot of the rolling hills and trees that covered the estate.

Glancing away from the view, he walked over and sat in one of the two thickly cushioned leather chairs that sat in front of his father’s desk. Comfortably settled in the brown material, he laid his palms on the wide arms.

“How’s the investigation going?”

“What?” His father frowned as if confused for a moment and released an irritated-sounding breath.

“What? I can’t ask about a threat against me?”

“It wasn’t against you. I was against the whole family.”

“With my blood on the notes.” He smirked. Did his father think he wasn’t able to get information when he wanted?

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