Page 81 of Ricochet

His eyelids flutter. “Fuck, Callum.”

I can’t help but grin. “Not only into dominating, huh?”

“Not when it comes to you apparently. Fuck me up, baby.”

The noise that escapes me could almost be compared to one of Stone’s own feral growls. “Open your mouth, killer.”

I have a murderer on his knees, about to shove my cock down his throat.

Talk about a power trip.

It may not be the first time, but it’s the first time I’m incompletecontrol.

He lets out a small moan as he obeys. I thrust my cock inside until he gags on it. Pulling back, I let him catch his breath and make sure he’s okay. But he only leans forward, chasing after me. I give him what he wants, sliding my length over his tongue.

Bringing my other hand up to grip his hair with both, I immediately set a brutal pace. I don’t start slow. I don’t give him a chance to breathe. I fuck into his mouth like a man possessed.

I give him everything I could take from him too.

The velvety heat around my cock is doing as much for me as the sight of Stone on his knees, his lips stretched around me. The way his eyes are locked on mine. The fucking power of it all.It doesn’t take long before my balls tighten, a heat flaring at the base of my spine.

“Fuck. Gonna come.”

Stone takes me deeper, swallowing around me until there’s a tingling in the root of my cock. The feeling of his throat unravels me, sending me over the edge into an electrifying oblivion as I cum in his mouth.

I’m left standing on weak knees, not even sure how I’m still upright. Stone helps with that when he rises to his feet, grabs me by the wrist, and hauls me over to the bed. He shoves me down onto my back, then rounds the bed to the other side. Grabbing both my wrists this time, he pulls me until my head is hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“Message received loud and clear, Cal,” he says in that deep, husky voice of his, a little rougher after the throat fucking I just gave him. He unzips his jeans. “Let’s see how well you can handle me when I let the beast off its leash.”

The beast?

Is that what I saw tonight? Not a demon?

Stone shoves two fingers in my mouth while he grips his cock with his other hand. He rubs his length against my cheek, and I can feel the precum he’s smearing over my skin. As I suck his fingers, he stares down at me with darkening eyes.

He growls.

Yeah, beast seems right.

And I fucking love it.

He continues thrusting his fingers inside my mouth, moving deeper and deeper as he ruts his cock against my cheek. His eyes are hooded as they remain locked on mine, his chest heaving. Like maybe he could come just like that. Judging by the way my dick is twitching, I probably could too.

“Fuck, you look good in this position,” he says. “My fingers in your mouth. Your cock out. Willing to take whatever I give you, right?”

I’d nod if I could. I moan around his fingers instead.

Then he pulls them out and replaces them with his dick, thrusting deep until I gag. He pulls back but only for a second before he’s driving right in again, my lips stretched around his thick cock. Both his hands come up and wrap around my throat. Not squeezing, just holding. I wonder if he can feel the head of his cock against his palms every time it hits the back of my throat.

The thought has my dick hardening again.

“Fuuuck, Callum,” he groans, fucking my throat in a savage rhythm, speaking between each ruthless thrust. “You’re so fucking perfect. I get it, okay? You can take a fucking hit. You can take it fucking rough. You love it too, don’t you? Look at you getting hard again. You’re going to come again for me too, aren’t you?”

I try to shake my head. There’s no way.

He apparently doesn’t like that answer.

He grabs my wrist and leans over, forcing his cock deeper down my throat as he brings my hand to my dick.

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