Page 161 of Her Beast

Again, Brian’s Adam’s apple danced, his lips curving into the same tremulous smile as he reached for Malcolm’s cock.

“No, take my trousers down, Bri.”

The other man’s jaws flexed, but he nodded and Malcolm lifted his hips while Brian awkwardly tugged down his trousers, exposing the burned skin of his left leg along with his erect prick.

Brian cut him what was probably meant to be a sensual smirk but looked more like a death mask. “You always were hard for me even before I touched you.” He allowed himself a smug smile at this proof of his desirability.

“Mmm hmm,” Malcolm admitted. “I was hard for you even before you walked in the door, Bri.”

“Were you imagining this? Hoping for it?” Brian teased, becoming more comfortable now and extending his freakishly long tongue to lick the pearl of liquid from Malcolm’s slit as he stroked his smooth, cool hand down Malcolm’s shaft.

Malcolm’s groan grew into a throaty chuckle. “There’s no denying I’ve missed your mouth on my cock, Bri.”

Brian grinned. “And I’ve missedthis,” he said, giving Malcolm’s shaft a squeeze.

“A handsome man like you—I’m sure you’ve not been lonely.”

“No, I’ve never been lonely,” Brian admitted.

His fist ceased its practiced stroking when he realized what he’d said.

“Of course, I’ve never seen another prick as beautiful as yours, Mal.” He wisely quit talking about his lack of loneliness and lowered his plush lips over Malcolm’s crown.

Malcolm watched the other man service him from beneath lowered lashes. He was impressed by Brian’s display of enthusiasm. It only faltered when he forgot and looked at Malcolm’s face or glanced at his left leg.

He decided to help him with that problem and threaded his fingers into Brian’s thick golden curls and forced his head down and down, holding him immobile while jamming his dick as far as it could go.

And keeping it there.

Brian shuddered and then squirmed, but Malcolm didn’t let up.

“I remember how you like it,” Malcolm gritted, holding Brian full of cock until he could feel his slim body begin to slip into a full-blown panic, jerking and twitching beneath his unbreakable grasp.

But as terrified as Brian might be, Malcolm knew he’d be as hard as iron from the rough treatment.

Still, he didn’t want to actuallykillhim—yet—so he let him up.

Brian gasped and choked, but he wasn’t as bad off as Malcolm had thought. Indeed, he’d forgotten how long the other man could hold his breath.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” Malcolm lied.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Brian hoarsely assured him

“No coming for you until I allow it,” Malcolm chided when he saw Brian’s arm move toward his own placket. “Not until you’ve earned it.”

“Of cou—”

Malcolm rammed his prick deep and commenced to fuck his face in earnest, plunging all the way to his root with each brutal thrust.

“So good,” he muttered.

Soon tears ran down Brian’s cheeks, his swollen pupils telling Malcolm that his enthusiasm wasn’tallfor show; the man genuinely loved to be force-fed a cock.

He was tempted to use Brian’s mouth for hours—the way he used to—but the tight leash he’d kept on his rage was slipping. If he didn’t finish everything soon, he’d probably give in to his urges and kill the man.

So, he gripped Brian’s head with both hands and pumped into him with savage, punishing thrusts, his balls heavy and tight as he made Brian choke and gasp, over and over.

“Such a good little bitch—taking me just like I remember,” he hissed, his hips bucking off the chair with each thrust. “I want your throat,” he ordered, even as the head of his cock battered the back of Brian’s throat, riding his face so hard he’d probably not be able to speak right for a week. “That’s right, whore, you know the way I like it. Swallow,” he snarled.

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