Page 147 of Never Say Never

"A few toys for us to play with."

York looked me up and down before his arm dropped to his side. He grabbed the first bag without looking inside. "Come on, perv."

"Hey." I chased after him as he headed toward the bedroom. "You're not going to ask?"

"I don't have the capacity to question you right now. All those videos and pictures? I'm going to make you pay for every single one of them."

"Oh fuck," I moaned. If his goal was to make me into a lustful fool, then he could consider himself successful.

We made it to the bedroom. York dropped the bag and grabbed me up again. He slammed me against another door and our lips came together in a heated reunion. Passion filled us to the brim and spilled over. I touched everywhere I could. I yanked at his suit, needing every fiber of the barrier off and away. I needed to meld into one until we couldn't decipher who was who.

Our tongues twisted and tangled together as we fought for dominance. I caved only to come right back and fight for more. To taste all of York and map out every hidden corner.

"Fuck, I missed you this," I groaned.

"Me too." York tugged on the plain black shirt I wore and it gave way to his strength, ripping from my body. York's mouth attacked my neck right behind my ear, sucking and lapping at the sensitive flesh. My toes curled on the carpeted floor as pleasure zapped my spine repeatedly. I didn't know what to do. It was like he'd hit a button, and I was forced to ride the never-ending wave of ecstasy as he continued to have his way with me.

"Fuck, sweet cheeks." My brain cells were about as useful as raisins in cookies.

I pushed at his shoulders and broke free for a millisecond. I attacked while I could. I dropped down to my knees and yanked York's slacks down. His cock was heavy, hard, and already wet with his precum. I wasn't the only one going crazy with desire. He'd missed me just as much.

"This because of me, boss man?" I lapped at the tip of his cock, pressing my flat tongue against the slit.

"Shit."

York grabbed the back of my head, and without warning, shoved my face forward. His pubic hair ticked the tip of my nose. My eyes watered as my throat was forced to stretch and accommodate York's thick cock.

Yes, more.

My vision blurred as tears broke free and one slid down my cheek. York caught it with his thumb and brought it to his lips. I watched, transfixed and lacking oxygen, as he lapped up my tear.

Fuck me, this is the man of my goddamn dreams.

"Swallow," York demanded. "I love the way your throat milks me."

I swallowed a few times, earning a needy growl from York each time. I was getting dizzy from lack of air and the lust coursing through my veins. It was unrivaled as I stared at the man I loved.

York rocked back and forth before pulling out, a string of saliva connected to my lips from his cock before it broke away. York stroked his cock, a greedy look in his brown eyes. "Open the bag, Paolo, or I’m going to fuck you, toys be damned."

I almost said fuck them. I wanted York to unleash his full strength on my ass and own me. My hole clenched as if on the same page. There was nothing like having York fuck me. Riding his dick was mandatory at this point, and while healing, I'd been deprived of such basic needs. Grabbing the bag, I turned it upside down, emptying its contents. A box containing the double dong fell out, nipple clamps, and a few vibrating bullets.

York looked at everything, brows nearly kissing his forehead. "You had plans?"

"I know they say don't go shopping horny. I couldn't help myself."

York stifled his laughter. "It's hungry, but all right."

I honestly expected him to say no, but the way York was looking at me said he didn't give a damn, just as long as he could have me. My heart flipped as I snatched everything up and ripped open the containers. The lube in the nightstand was out and ready for use. I was more than a bit horny. I had everything out of the packages in record time and lined up for use after giving them a good wash.

York came up behind me. His mouth found purchase on the back of my neck, drawing out moans as he nibbled over to my shoulders. Each piece of me he marked, I craved more. I spread my legs on instinct, ready to bend over for him to rearrange my guts. My toes flexed in the carpet as pleasurable wave after pleasurable wave rushed through me.

His arms wrapped around my waist, and he gripped my cock in his sure hands. The innocent York had been hot, but sure and confident York was goddamn sexy. My head fell back on his shoulder as he played with me.

"You're so hard. You needed me that badly?" York asked.

"Hell yes." I ground my ass back against his hard length. Shivers raced down my spine. "Fuck, York, your hands feel so good."

He flexed forward, his cock nestled between my cheeks and stroked along my sensitive hole. My hands stopped working as my brain shut off. I fell forward on instinct alone and spread my legs wider for him.