Page 8 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

I gripped his chin and directed his eyes up to mine. “We might not be working on my schedule, but I doubt you want your friends to knock on the door when you’re acting like my little cock slut.”

East’s mouth curled up on one side, but he didn’t bother with a smartass reply—which was shocking, considering he was rarelywithout one. Instead, he jerked his head away from my grip and flicked the head of my dick with his tongue.

“Shit.” I sucked in a breath as I watched him, moving my fingers to thread through the dark strands of his hair.

God he was good at this. I never would’ve thought James Easton would dirty his knees for anyone, but there he was, wrapping his lips around the head of my cock, teasing and sucking briefly before diving in and taking me so deep I felt the back of his throat.

Another curse escaped my lips as I tightened my grip on him. Guys like East never sucked dick this well. They were always arrogant and wanted to be served, which was one of many reasons I’d never looked his way. But he’d gone and proven me wrong the first time I let my control slip around him, and after that, it was all over.

Dropping my head back, I groaned as he swallowed me down, over and over again. I’d been thinking about this moment since this morning, an agonizingly long time to be edged, but it’d been worth it.

“That’s it,” I said, rocking my hips into his mouth. “Suck me deep.”

The fact that he obeyed that request was so damn hot I had to squeeze my eyes shut to stop watching when my orgasm threatened to cut this shit short. As much as I wanted to come on that talented tongue, we didn’t have time for more than a quick fuck tonight. I’d have to use and abuse that mouth another night.

I tugged his head back and the sight of those swollen lips had my fingers tightening in his hair. East cursed and wrapped a tight fist around the root of my cock, making me grunt.

“You’re gonna want to leave me some hair if you want use of your dick by the end of this.”

I smirked at his smack-talking mouth, but I really didn’t trust him not to rip my dick off if I didn’t do what he said. Somethingabout that risk only ramped up his sex appeal more. Sleeping with the enemy and all that.

Liking my cock a little too much to risk amputation, I let go of East’s hair and took hold of the ascot still hanging around his neck. I drew him back to his full height, then leaned in and shut him up with a kiss.

East’s swollen lips were pillowy soft under mine as I shoved my tongue inside, and the salty essence of my pre-cum flavored his tongue in a way that had me reaching for the button of his pants. It was insane the way my body responded to him. My brain seemed to shut down the second he was within touching distance. But I wouldn’t stop and question it, not when it felt this fucking good.

Sharp teeth bit at my lower lip, and when I dragged his ascot free and walked around behind him, East shoved his pants and briefs down under his ass and moved toward one of the clubman chairs.

“Give me your hands.” My order was gruff, but loud enough for East to hear as he moved his hands behind his back and stood waiting for me to restrain him.

Who knew James Easton would get off on being ordered around like some kind of fuck toy? But it made sense. He wouldn’t respect someone he could walk all over. He needed someone who could give as good as he got, and happily, that person was me.

I took the scarf and wound it around his wrists, tucking the ends in and out of my way. Then, with a firm hand between East’s shoulder blades, I pushed him down over the arm of the chair until his cheek rested on the seat cushion.

“If only the rest of the world could see you like this—bent over, ass up, mouth shut—they might like you a little more.”

East glanced back over his shoulder.“I don’t need the world to like me, oryou, for that matter.” He spread his legs a fractionand canted his ass back, and the slick hole winking at me told me he’d come prepared. “I just need you to fuck me. Think you can do that?”

I spread his smooth ass cheeks wide then took hold of my eager dick, dragging it down his shadowy cleft and nudging at his entrance. “Yeah, I can definitely do that.”

East shoved back. “Then prove it.”

I dug my fingers into his supple skin as I shoved the wide head of my dick into the tight ring of muscle, and East let out a loud curse. He dropped his head back to the cushion as I continued to push forward, and when I bottomed out I reached for his wrists and grabbed hold of them.

“Brace yourself,” I growled, and pulled my steely shaft from his viselike ass and surged into him. The chair slid across the floor at the powerful thrust.

East’s groan vibrated through him as his fingers curled beneath my hand, then I withdrew again and tunneled back inside. I went at him like this over and over, taking him hard, rough, and fast. It was the quickest way to get him off, and when he gritted out my name like a curse, I smirked.

“Yes,James?”

“It’sEast. And fucking come already.”

My hips stilled, my cock throbbing in his tight heat, then I leaned down over the back of him and nipped at his ear. “Beg me.”

“Fuck you.”

I jammed my hips forward. “Beg me, East.”

“I hate you.”

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