Page 76 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
ANTHONY
Mads is a wonder,a piece of art laid out before me, a meal to a starving man. Even with him in my arms, I can’t get enough of him, the way pain and ecstasy dart across his features, the way he plays with me while holding space for my seriousness.
My hips piston at a punishing rate, chasing orgasm and acceptance, something he’s offering up to me with his entire body. Oh God, he loves me back, and it’s everything.
Never in my life have I felt this way. Ever.
His delicate cock comes alive in my hand, and like everything else about him, it’s elegant and profane. Beautiful and messy, dripping like a faucet as his eyes roll back into his head again.
I’m tempted to pull away, edge him and bring him back again, but I’m too greedy for it. I need to see his cum, taste it, know he came because of me.
Already so tight, he grips me tighter, and it hurts so damn good, the way his body strangles mine. He arches as I continue my assault on his ass, fisting his dick so fast my hand is a blur.
Call me an egotistical asshole, but I fucking love how huge I look compared to him, how well he takes me, how greedy his body is for me.
As he shouts, I find a deeper level, thrusting out my own orgasm as his cum shoots across his chest in three impressive stripes before dripping down my clenched fist.
I blink slowly as my hips continue to piston, trembling as every ounce of energy and control is wrung from my muscles. I collapse on top of him, blinking away black spots as I press him into the bed.
After a few seconds, he taps my ribs, and I slowly pull out of him, working against the needy suction of his body, watching as his expression goes from a wince to a smirking, self-satisfied grin.
I suck his cum from my fingers, then lie between his thighs, licking every drop of it from his torso.
His softening cock looks so fucking delicious that…God, I have to. I take him in my mouth, thrusting two thick fingers into his hole, encouraging him to clench around me, reveling in the sloppy mess dripping past my wrist.
“Too much, don’t stop,” he pants out, twisting his hips away from me, forcing me to chase and suck him down again.
I look up to make sure he’s still into it, and his brown eyes are staring right back at me, cum-drunk and needy.
“Fuck, I came so hard my balls are sore,” he says, pushing my head down, even as he kicks out on the bed. “I need it again.”
Knowing he’s got to be raw, I suck him hard and fast, reaching up to trap a nipple between my thumbnail and pointer finger.
He lets out another shout, his taint pulsing under my slippery fingers, a small spurt of cum on my tongue.
He rolls away from me. “Okay, stop, stop, stop.”
I pull away from him, my hands hovering as he shivers, coming down from everything. I kiss his shoulder, and he pulls away.
“Too much, too much,” he whimpers.
Right as I’m about to ask if I went too far, he nails me with melted-chocolate eyes swimming in adoration.
“I’m going to get something to clean you up with.”
He nods, breathless.
By the time I’ve washed my hands, he’s spread eagle on my bed, his breath more or less back to normal. His eyes track mine lazily, and his smile is the sleepiest I’ve ever seen.
“Are you okay to be touched now?”
His grin broadens and he nods. “We’re going to need to wash your duvet though.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Um. Pretty sure you can buy me a new duvet.”
He snorts, laughing like a drunk. “Fuck you. Come over here and wipe down my ass.”
“As you wish, my liege.”
