Page 21 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Fucking hell. How was I supposed to draw this out when Donovan and his talented mouth seemed hellbent on blowing my mind?

I dropped the tie to the floor and gripped his jaw as I slid out of his hot, willing mouth. When the head of my dick reached his puffy lips, I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft and painted them with the pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Donovan moaned as I coated his lips in the arousal he’d pulled from me. I knew once I got him back to his feet, this was going to go from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. So while I had him there, I was going to take a second to mess him the fuck up.

I speared my fingers through his blond strands and gripped his hair tight as I slid the sticky head of my erection up his smooth cheek, using him like a canvas, marking him as mine.

“On your feet,” I said, and tugged at his hair, urging him to stand. The second he was toe to toe with me, I hauled him in for a taste.

I took his mouth in a vicious kiss, one that relayed just how on edge I was as I plunged my tongue between the lips that had just sucked on my cock. When Donovan’s hands found my bare ass and squeezed, it reminded me of exactly what I wanted next.

I bit at his lip, sucking it between mine, then licked the salty cum from his mouth and started to kiss my way up his jaw.

“Hmm,” I groaned. “You taste like me. Do you know how fucking hot that is?”

Donovan turned his head, recapturing my mouth. “I do now.”

The desire and arousal swirling in his eyes had me pushing away from the chaise, and Donovan released me. As I turned us, his ass bumped up against the end of the longue, and I reached for the top of his shirt and ripped it open.

Buttons bounced on the floor, and his shirt now hung from his body much the same way his pants were—and damn, he was fucking stunning.I’d been fantasizing about what was under Donovan’s clothes since the first time I’d seen him in that robe.

As I reached out and slid my hands up over his shoulders, removing his shirt, Donovan sucked in a breath.

“I knew you’d be something to look at, but Jesus…” I smoothed a palm down his leanly muscled body, flicking one of his nipples, and his dick jerked inside his pants. “I think it’s time we took these off, don’t you?”

I grazed my hand over the material outlining his dick, and Donovan braced his hands on the edge of the longue and bucked his hips forward.

“Fuck yes.”

I gripped his pants and briefs and slowly drew them down his legs to his ankles.Stiff and flushed, his cock was a thing of beauty. If this had been any other time and any other place, I might’ve been able to hold back enough to repay him for that mind-altering blowjob he’d just given me. But knowing my control was close to gone, I didn’t dare risk it.

“Turn around and bend over the end of the chaise.” My voice sounded rough, as though it had been dragged over sandpaper. But that was hardly surprising considering how wired I felt, and Donovan’s mischievous grin didn’t help matters.

He licked at his lips and slowly turned. As he braced his feet and began to bend at the waist, a gem nestled between the most perfect ass cheeks I’d ever seen glittered at me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

My brain took a second to catch up to what it was I was looking at. But as soon as it registered, I reached for my dick and clamped my fist around it.

Donovan had come here today wearing a butt plug—and not just any butt plug, one with a fuckingdiamondtwinkling out at me.

Un-fucking-believable.

He was turning out to be too good to be true, that was for damn sure. When I just knelt there, doing my absolute best not to come over this new discovery, the sexy tease glanced over his shoulder and wiggled his ass.

“Thought you were going to take me.”

Oh, I was going to take him, all right. I moved up to my knees and ran my hands up the back of his calves, then leaned in and nipped at his ass cheek.

“That’s quite the hidden jewel you have here.” Eye to eye with the flashy adornment, I couldn’t help but wonder if the gem was real or fake. But knowing the kind of campaigns he worked for and the money he no doubt made, I was leaning toward real—and that made it even hotter.

It seemed Donovan had a stash of personal, high-end sex accessories. One of which he’d worn here, today, for me.

“I told you, I wanted to feel every inch of you inside me. This is going to let me do that.”

Every inch of me jerked in response to his bold statement, and when I brushed my fingers over my shiny new toy, Donovan’s ass cheeks flexed.

“I got no problem with that.” I gripped the sparkling head of the plug and gently twisted it, and when Donovan gasped, I chuckled. “Oh, I’m going to like this.”

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