Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
His words, not mine.
“I have a question,” Kane says, tilting his head to the side. “How did you manage to make someone who’s as allergic to monogamy as Preston is love you, Marcus?”
“Simple.” He smiles. “I just refused to give up on him.”
I can’t help it. I really can’t.
With a smile, I kiss him.
Right in front of Kane and Jude.
They’ll have to get used to it.
From now on, he’s part of our family.
EPILOGUE 2 — MARCUS
ONE YEAR LATER
“Mmm…”
A groan rips out of me as pleasure sparks down my spine. For a second, I feel like I’m dreaming.
It’s like that time when I had my cock against Preston’s red ass after I whipped him senseless. The fat, round tip pushing inside—
“Come on, open your eyes, baby.”
I blink as he groans around my length, the vibration of his voice coupled with the wet warmth of his mouth making me grunt.
“There you are.” His head peeks from between my legs.
The grogginess of sleep slowly vanishes as I make out the scene in front of me. I’m in our bed as Preston lies on his stomach, gorgeously naked, the snake wrapped tightly around his right side, his hands squeezing my rock-hard cock.
Sunlight slips through the curtains of our penthouse in New York, making his messy locks shine in a golden hue, his eyes so green, they appear molten.
“You need to watch this.” He licks his lips, then wraps them around my dick.
“Jesus fuck…” I groan, my hips lifting a little as he feeds his mouth more of me.
God. It feels good.
The way he moves his tongue, so unsure and yet so enthusiastic, swirling it around the crown, licking the underside, is hypnotizing.
Then he sucks. Hard.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. Christ. That feels so fucking good.
The sounds alone nearly push me over the edge, but then I remember something important.
Fuck.
I sit up, my abs contracting in protest as I fist his hair and pull him away.
I’m breathing harshly, the sound echoing in the air. “You…you don’t need to do this, Pres.”
Hands still around my length, he drops a wet, noisy kiss on the crown and grins. “I want to. Let me suck your cock, baby. I’ve been dying to.”
“But—”
His expression falls. “Unless you don’t want me to?”
“Of course I want you to. I’m barely talking right now.” I stroke his hair. “I don’t want to trigger you.”
“Even if it means never getting your dick sucked again?”
“Yes, even if it means that. You’re more important to me than sex. Besides.” I smile. “It’s not like I can’t bend you over right now and make you scream.”
He chuckles. “You love bending me over.”
“And you love screaming.”
“No denial here.” He sucks my crown in his mouth, then releases it with a pop. “I’m okay, really. You’ll never force me or choke me with your cock. I trust you.”
“Fuck, baby, you sure?”
He nods eagerly. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, and today is perfect, so let me, okay?”
“Okay. You feel weird, you stop. Deal?”
“Deal.” He pushes me away. “Now lie back and enjoy me.”
“I always enjoy you—Mmm.” I groan when he spits on my dick, just like I always do to him, and then shoves me back in his mouth.
“Oh, baby. You’re making it so wet and sloppy for me?”
He chokes out a noise, squeezing me and moaning softly against my sensitive skin.
And fuck me.
The sounds of his suction and moans, the view of his head bobbing up and down on my cock, send me over the edge.
He’s so fucking hot, it’s impossible to last.
“Like that…yes…I love your hot, wet mouth, baby.”
He slides my cock in and out of his mouth, taking me deeper and deeper, until I’m basically fucking his throat.
“Not so deep, Pres…oh fuck.”
He moans, his suction harder until I’m coming undone at the seams.
“I’m coming…get me out of your mouth—”
He takes me all the way back and squeezes my balls, making me burst down his throat. Spurts and spurts of cum fill his mouth, and I can see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows it all.
But there’s just so much cum, some of it trickles on either side of his mouth as he pulls me out.
Then he climbs up my body, until his face is inches away from mine, his hair framing his features like my fucking fairy prince. My hand goes instinctively around his hip as he squeezes my cheeks, then he spits my cum in my mouth, and kisses me senseless.
It’s so filthy and fucking hot.
My hand fists in his hair as I kiss him hungrily at first, then tenderly until he’s sighing softly.
He pulls away too soon, lying on his arms on my chest with that glint in his eye. “Happy birthday, baby.”
“Fuck.” I stroke his hip and his hair. “You did that because it’s my birthday?”