Page 30 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Then why the fuck was he kissing him?

Dominance.

It was a dominance thing. He was just showing Mack who was the boss. Admittedly, it was pretty clear to Ramsay, at that point, that his penis was in charge.

Savagely, he broke off the kiss. Walk away. Go inside. As though they had a mind of their own, his hands grabbed Mack’s shoulders and shoved him to the ground. He went willingly.

Leave – just leave.

Mack looked up at him from where he knelt, waiting for direction.

Why was this so hot?

“Do it.”

For a guy who had seemed gung ho a moment ago, Mack had suddenly frozen. Ramsay finished unzipping and fished his rock-hard erection out of his jeans.

“Shit,” Mack whispered. His eyes were round. “You’re fucking huge.”

“Have you done this before?”

“No.”

Ramsay grabbed the back of Mack’s hair and guided his pretty mouth to his cock. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out fast, bitch.”

The tight grip he had on Mack’s hair made the man’s mouth fall open slightly in pain and surprise. He thrust his cock into Mack’s mouth, not giving him a chance to take the initiative.

Mack choked and struggled, but Ramsay fucked his mouth anyway, the firm handhold he had in his hair reinforced by the brick wall behind. Trapped.

Ramsay pulled back, all the way out, and Mack’s gasping breaths tickled the head of his damp cock.

“You change your mind now? It’s not as much fun in real life, is it?”

Mack’s response was to lean in and lick Ramsay’s cock from base to tip, then let his tongue explore its head and the slit. He watched, fascinated. Mack’s mouth wasn’t the same as Saya’s, his jaw was stronger and he sucked harder. That and Ramsay didn’t feel guilty about getting rough with him. It was Mack’s fault for wanting this, even though Ramsay didn’t. Mack could choose to stop and walk away any time.

He hoped he did, because he didn’t have enough self-control to stop him.

Head was head. This didn’t mean he was bi.

When Mack reached up and started playing with his balls, Ramsay flinched, but allowed it. The weirdness of it had his orgasm a hair-trigger away.

A few minutes and Mack had gotten the hang of things, sucking him down as far as he could go, then forcing himself further until he gagged. Ramsay let go of Mack’s hair and let him do what he wanted, leaning forward and using both hands to brace himself on the wall.

He fucked his mouth hard. Mack moaned desperately and Ramsay clenched his teeth, trying to stay quiet. The desperate ache built. Come boiled in his balls and exploded, and a strangled cry escaped him as he flooded Mack’s mouth. Should he have given him a courtesy tap? Too fucking late for that.

Mack choked and Ramsay grabbed his head again and made him swallow – not that he was trying to escape.

When he let Mack pull away, his cock was still semi-hard. Or was again.

He tucked himself back into his jeans and hauled Mack up by the wrist. Mack looked horny as hell.

“I’m not sucking your dick. You can take care of that yourself or suffer. Up to you.”

Mack nodded, his gaze averted and his cheeks pink. Ramsay assumed he felt used, which was as it should be.

A modicum of guilt crept in. “You need a minute?”

“You go back in. I’ll be along as soon as I can calm the fuck down.”

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