I suck him down, breathing through my nose and rubbing my tongue against the soft, sensitive underside of him until he gets to my throat once more. Then, he pauses, a low groan down through his chest and into my mouth. I love it. The wicked feel of being on my knees for a man like him is a fresh addiction I didn’t know I had.
“Just a few more inches,” he says, sounding like a man on the edge. “You’re almost there. You can do it. You can take me all the way, Princess.”
Fresh tears well up at the corners of my eyes and cascade down my cheeks. Fuck me. Is this actually happening?
My cunt contracts, but there’s nothing inside and I whimper around his cock. He takes that to mean I’m ready and maybe I am, because when he pulls slightly back and then starts to pushforward again, I take him. I don’t pull away as his head enters my throat and my breathing halts.
More tears burn my eyes, but I hold still, letting Nolan fuck into my mouth as he slides the entire length of him into the back of my throat and then farther. It’s so much. Too much. I choke again around him, and my eyes dart open. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them again.
“There you are,” he hisses as he pulls out once more and gently pushes back in. “Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on mine. I want to see how much you like choking on my cock, Princess. I want you filthy and drooling for it.”
There, on the floor of Nolan’s bedroom, I realize that the darkness is a safe place. Were anyone else to see me like this—naked and pussy wet—on my knees with his cock halfway down my throat as I sobbed around him, I’d be humiliated. For him, though, here and in this moment, I feel strong. I feel powerful.
I lick and suck, hollowing out my cheeks as I take him into me. Over and over again, I descend down his shaft—choking myself on his length until I’m forced to admit that I can’t take him all without his help. It’s just not possible. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes. I want it. I want all of him.
Glancing up on my next pass, my eyes lock with irises that are more crimson than brown. The moon has broken through the clouds and shines in through the window of his bedroom, allowing me more light than before, enough to see the expression on his face. Worshipful. Hungry. We hold each other’s gaze steadily. No looking away. No hiding.
Nolan Pierce, just like the other Scorpion Kings, dragged me into his darkness. He trapped me and cracked me open until all of my ugly secrets were bare to him. Now, it’s my turn.
I might be the one on my knees, but he would kill for me. He’s a weapon and I’m the one that wields him. All of them.
Gasping for breath as I lift off him, I look down to find Nolan’s cock covered in a thin sheen of my own saliva. Precum dribbles from the tip. Touching my thumb to the head of him, I swirl it around and then place the pad to my tongue and lick his essence from my own skin.
“Fuck.” The hand on the back of my head grips me tight, gathering my hair into a ponytail that he uses as a leash to lift me up and glare down into my eyes.
“I thought you wanted to come down my throat?” I say, breathless.
“Oh, I intend to,” Nolan says as he shoves me onto the bed.
No sooner has my back hit the mattress than Nolan is over me, lifting me up and spreading me wide. He shoves my legs apart until cool air washes over the juices soaking my cunt. The slow grin he offers me has my insides quivering and clit pulsing with anticipation. Nolan is a petty motherfucker and whatever has that smirk on his face can only mean I’m in for a rough ride.
“You like playing with me, Jules?” he asks, stroking a finger through my pussy.
Unable to look away from him, I stroke the sides of his hips with my fingertips. “Yeah,” I say breathlessly. “I like playing with you.” That’s never been true before them. Sex was lame. An act of duty that I felt I needed to do in order to maintain some semblance of normalcy.
This is so much more. This is undeniable.
“Will you let me play too?” One corner of Nolan’s mouth quirks slightly higher. He already knows the answer. I say it anyway.
“Yes.”
The world upends as Nolan grips me and swings my body around until my head is between his thighs and his mouth is hovering over my cunt. His cock smacks the side of my face and I grimace. What the fuck?
“Then open your mouth, Princess,” is all I hear before his hips are lifting and his cock is prodding at my mouth once more.
Nolan’s cock surges across my tongue at the same moment his warm breath fans over my pussy. I jolt at the first sensation of his tongue stroking through my wetness. I whimper around his length as he nuzzles into me, his lips and tongue moving around my soaked flesh. He sucks, nips, licks, and drives me insane as his cock pushes farther into my mouth.
My hands latch onto his hips as he hits the back of my throat again. The heady taste of him—salt and arousal—flows into me. I moan around him and he drops his head back between my thighs, spreading them wide as he licks a path over my clit down to my hole.
For a moment, the world goes white as he comes back to my clit and latches his lips around it to suckhard. My hips jolt upward as pleasure and pain shoot through me.
Then, it’s game. Fucking. On.
Nolan fucks my face with a ferocity that illustrates just how he came to be the leader of the infamous Scorpion Kings. With both hands gripping me tight, I can do nothing but hold on for the ride. He thrusts and I choke, gagging on the rock-hard length of him. As he takes me with animalistic thrusts, I hold on and revel in the feel of him eating me out.
He circles my clit with his tongue over and over again until my thighs start to shake. Spots dance in front of my vision. Everything goes blurry and I sob as more precum drips down the back of my throat. I choke and try to push him back as he slips into my throat once more.
Instead of freeing me or pulling his hips back, he pins me down with his body.
