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I ease more of him into my mouth. Then more, taking as much as I can before drawing back again. I let my lips pop off, staring at him for a moment with my lower lip clenched between my teeth. “And what will you do if I bite?”
He takes hold of the hair I’d piled on top of my head earlier, his gruff voice making my pussy clench involuntarily. “Do it.” He juts his chin forward, looking down at me from his hooded, lust-filled eyes at the same time he cants his hips toward me, nudging my lips with the tip of his cock. “Go ahead, initiate. Let’s see if you decide it’s worth it to put your teeth on me.”
I can’t resist a dare. I swallow inches and inches of his cock, filling my mouth before I bite down. Not actually enough to hurt much, but enough to make him pay attention. I ease back, then slide him all the way back in.
He moans long and low. “Do it again,” he whispers gruffly.
With my nipples tightening at his command, I sink my teeth into his delicate flesh once more before I begin sucking him off in earnest. I use my mouth and hand in tandem because no way am I going to be able to take him all. The taste of him, musky and salty, hits me in waves. Pure male. So sexy it has liquid lust pooling in my stomach.The fuck?What is wrong with me that I’m enjoying this so much?
A knock sounds on the door, followed by Archer’s voice, making me pop off Kingston’s cock. “Are we supposed to wait out here for you two?”
Holy shit.Archer is right on the other side of this door. A fascinating combination of trepidation and lust flows through my body. In no more than a split second, lust wins. I flick my tongue along Kingston’s length as I surge forward again, taking his length into my mouth again. I swirl my tongue around and around as his chest heaves.
“F-fuck,” he stutters quietly before he raises his voice and barks, “Yes. Two minutes. We’re discussing something.”
“’Kay. Don’t be too long. The natives are getting restless.”
Kingston looks down at me, speaking softly again. “Thought that was funny, huh? Let’s see how funny you think this is.” He grasps me firmly by my hair. Rocking his hips forward, he pushes his cock into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. I gag. My eyes water. He does this over and over again. I clutch at his hips, holding on for dear life. The only noise in the room is me moaning around his dick and trying to keep up with him and his groans.
I can hardly breathe, and the longer he fucks my mouth, the more my jaw aches. But I don’t argue. This is what I wanted—to be so uncontrollably in control of him, right?
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.” His hips piston faster. “Take it baby. Take it.” He shuttles in and out of my mouth so fast all I can do is let the spit dribble down my chin and claw at his hips with my fingers. “Fuck. Yes. Fuuuck,” he gasps as his body shudders. He unloads into my mouth, cum shooting out and hitting the back of my throat. I swallow every drop while he watches from above. Every. Last. Drop.
We remain perfectly still for at least twenty seconds afterward. Slowly, he releases my hair, and I let his cock slip from my mouth. My face feels flushed, my lips puffy and swollen. I sit on my heels, staring off into space. I’m vaguely aware of Kingston pulling up his pants and tucking himself back in before he zips up.
I’m startled when his hands grasp my biceps, and he lifts me effortlessly to my feet. We stand face-to-face, so close my breasts brush his upper abs as I struggle to normalize my breathing. His green eyes are clouded with lust, but also with what I think is a good amount of surprise. The connection between us was electrifying in the moment, yet now I don’t know what to say or do.
Slowly, Kingston hooks a few fingers under my chin and slides his thumb across my lips. He grunts as he watches the movement, then slowly pushes his thumb into my mouth, holding my face prisoner with his hand. “Suck.”
My breath hitches. And almost too eagerly, I comply. No one has ever treated me like this before… and I’m slightly concerned that I like it.
“I want you to remember what happens when you don’t follow my instructions.” He pauses as I swirl my tongue around his thumb. “Do you understand?”
With my eyes wide and his thumb still between my lips, I slowly nod my acceptance.
“Good girl.” He withdraws his thumb, patting me softly on the cheek. “Now, come on out to the den. I want to show you something.”
I drag in a ragged breath. “Okay.”
His brows lift.
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I blink rapidly.
“Good. Let’s go.” He leads the way to the door, taking a second to adjust himself before he opens it.
Out in the den, everyone awaits us. I don’t know if they are used to this behavior from Kingston or if they simply don’t want to be on his bad side, but no one says a word about having to wait on us. Cannon pats the couch cushion between him and Archer.
I glance at Kingston before I move an inch.
“Sit, Elliot.” And while I walk around the couch and take my seat, he comes to stand behind me. “Press play, Archer.”
“You got it.” Archer aims the remote at the gigantic TV on the wall.
For a few seconds, the screen is blank, and I frown, glancing at Cannon. He puts a hand on my thigh, squeezing as if he’s trying to reassure me. Strangely, a second later, Archer does the same.
And as the video begins to play, Kingston’s hands come down on my shoulders, holding me in place. “We’re always watching,” he huskily whispers near my ear.
I freeze in place.Oh, no.
