Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“You better suck it good, Lotto, ’cause it’s the only prep you’re going to get.”
I opened my mouth obediently and took his full length in one go. I held onto his hips as I worked his cock, running my tongue over his entire length. His dripping come was salty on my tongue; I moaned and thrust his hips into my mouth so he was practically fucking my throat. I moaned every time the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat. Frankie tugged my hair and forced me to take every buck of his hips. The roughness was electric, and my cock felt like it was about to explode.
Frankie ripped his cock from my mouth and ordered me back on the wall. I bent over for him again, and he spread my bruised ass cheeks then pushed into me in a few choppy thrusts. The sting was so fucking good. Frankie’s commanding hand on the back of my neck to force me even lower was even better.
He fucked me without mercy. Every drag of his cock had my body throbbing. His fingers dug into my skin enough to bruise as he used me like his sex doll. God, this was what we both needed. Getting fucked so hard my brain went white. When his cock struck something deep inside me, I cried out and clung harder to the wall. My dick sputtered with cum and dripped down onto the concrete. I didn’t think I’d ever come without being touched before but Frankie kept battering my sweet spot and sending my body into overdrive.
Though I just came, my length was still rock hard. I ground back against Frankie’s cock with each wild thrust. He slapped my ass again, squeezing and kneading until I was crying out in pleasure.
“Come before me or you don’t get to come at all,” he growled. His pace grew even more frantic and had me trembling. “Let’s see how fucking pathetic you can get.”
I wrapped my hand around my cock and began fucking my fist as fast as I could. Maybe I was pathetic but I was also extremely fucking pent up. I needed to come. Again. My entire body buzzed as Frankie ruined me. The mix of pleasure and pain had me on edge. I groaned with every jerk of my cock; I practically humped my own hand, desperate for release.
Frankie grunted and swore under his breath. His release filled me up, warm and sticky. The feeling of his cock sputtering deep inside me sent me over the edge. I came all over my hand with a choked groan, fucking myself through it until my cock was raw and sensitive. I cracked open one of my eyes. Fuck, we made such a mess. My cum covered the bottom bricks of the building, and Frankie’s release dribbled from my sore ass when he pulled out.
Contrary to his earlier fucking, Frankie was awkwardly gentle when he helped me stand. I was grateful because my entire body was sore, my ass even worse. But then he pushed me against the wall and kissed me, hand on my throat reminding me of what he was capable of. Of what he’d just done. My dick pulsed when he squeezed my throat and dragged his teeth over my bottom lip.
“Thanks for my prize.” His smirk lit the wick of my burning body again. “Hopefully there’s plenty more where that came from.”
“And hopefully there’s also some lotion in your car,” I cracked. It was going to hurt to sit for days. “I might not be able to walk today.”
Frankie nodded. “In the glove box.” He pressed another heated kiss to my lips, dragging his tongue over mine. I had already finished twice but was so fucking disappointed when he pulled away. “You should do it now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
He ground his hips into mine, our cocks brushing. He swallowed my grunt with a lingering kiss that took my breath away.
“Because.” His eyes burned as he stared me down. “We have all night ahead of us, Lotto. I’m going to fuck you so hard and make sure you can’t walk for a week.”
I shuddered and bucked my hips into his, my cock throbbing.
Maybe I needed to lose at pool more often.
Chapter
Eight
ARI
Bones threw punch after punch at River’s pad-covered abdomen, sweat dripping from his brow.
A few hours had passed since Lotto and Frankie left with Lucien Fritz to sign away our lives, and Bones and River showed no signs of stopping.
They looked as pissed as I felt.
Fuck that sexist prick and the gray suit he rolled up in.
I hadn’t wanted to say yes. I’d figured there would be plenty of other people wanting to get Smiley’s in their ranks. But then Lotto texted with the gut punch: Lucien had made sure it was One, Two, Hook or no one at all. No wonder he looked so damn smug as he left the place.