Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
So he was mad at himself. I pulled him to me in a tight hug. “You shouldn’t have to be worried about that. It’s my fault. I got myself in this mess.”
“I want to take care of you.” He pulled back and stroked my cheek. “I’m going to do better.”
“You’re doing enough.”
“Enough would mean you were safe and all you had to worry about was having the stamina to fuck me again and again every night.”
“And play hockey.”
He smiled. “Yes.”
“I think maybe I need some more training for that kind of stamina.”
“Do you?” His eyes darkened and he ran his thumb over my lower lip.
“I do.”
“How would this training regimen work?”
I hesitated. How far did I want to push this?
You want to have all the fun you can while Vito is yours.
I did. “It would need to be very demanding. Harsh. Punishing even.”
He grinned. “Really?”
I held his gaze as I nodded. “I think that’s exactly what I need.”
“I agree.” He laid his hands on my shoulders and pushed down. “Get on your knees.”
I did as he said, slowly lowering myself to the ground.
I watched, mesmerized as he pushed his boxers down and took his cock in his hand. He was half hard and as he stroked himself, his cock thickened more. I was practically drooling. He gripped my chin with his other hand. “Look at me.”
I sucked in a breath as I met his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense. He looked at me like a predator. I shivered, unable to help myself. I should be scared of this man who killed so easily, who thought nothing of deciding I was his, coming to stake his claim, but I wanted him far more than I feared him. Whether that was stupid or not, it wasn’t going to change. If he hadn’t scared me away by now, he wasn’t going to.
“Are you nervous?” he asked. “Afraid you’ve asked for more than you can handle?”
I should’ve been. “Never. I can handle you.”
He laughed. The sound deep and rumbling he stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re adorable.”
“I don’t get told that very often.”
“No, because most people are intimidated by how hot you are.”
I frowned. “But not you?”
“No. Not me. I know you’ll do whatever I tell you. You’ll choke on my cock, and you’ll love it.”
I wanted to argue, to tell him I wouldn’t just obey any order he gave me, but I wasn’t sure that was true. And I didn’t think he’d believe me even if it was. “Are you going to talk or are you going to get on with this training?”
“Are you so eager to show me just how slutty you are?”
“We’re a little pressed for time, aren’t we? Didn’t you say we needed to meet with your family this morning?”
“They’ll wait.”
“Vito.”
“Open your mouth, baby.” I did as he said, sticking my tongue out and smiling up at him.
“That’s more like it. That’s the obedient boy I want.”
I started to protest, but he grabbed my chin, squeezing hard. “Stay just like this.” He teased the tip of his cock over my tongue. I tasted his precum and wanted to swallow, but I held myself still. Slowly, he pushed into my mouth deeper and deeper. I swallowed around him, and he smiled.
“You’re going to take it all the way down. I want to feel the back of your throat.”
I nodded since I couldn’t speak, and he pushed in deep enough to make me gag around him. He didn’t pull back. I managed to accept it. He stroked my cheek again. “Such a good boy, choking on my cock. You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me. Serving me.”
I tried to pull back then, but he used a hand on the back of my head to hold me still.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
25
VITO
Ilooked down at Zeke. His hands were pressed against my thighs, pushing on me as I used a hand on the back of his head to pull him further onto my dick.
His mouth was stretched. His eyes watered, and he stared at me, defiant. He was fucking perfect. He wanted this. His cock was hard as steel while he pretended to fight. He was also leaning back into my hand. I didn’t want a man who surrendered easily. That was the whole reason I’d wanted a game, a challenge, but he was challenging me in more ways than I expected.
Because as good as it felt to feel his hot, tight throat wrapped around my cock, to watch his eyes widen as I thrust into him, to hear him gasp and choke as I pushed forward until his face was pressed against me, the feelings he stirred in me went way beyond the need to fill him with every drop of my load. He was challenging things I believed about myself, about my place in my family, about every fucking thing I had planned for my life.