Page 31 of Good Boy

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Page 31 of Good Boy

I tried to keep my composure, but my voice cracked with frustration. "I swear, I had no idea about Cynthia's plans." The words felt hollow even as they left my lips, but they were the truth.

"Bullshit!"Without warning, he spat in my face, the saliva dripping down my cheek as humiliation washed over me."I'm not a fucking toy that can be played with and then pawned off."

His words cut deep, each one a dagger stabbing into my chest, my heart pounding in my ears as I struggled to make sense of it all. The sensation of Darius' spit lingered on my skin as I wiped my face, the anger in his voice reverberating through my bones. He unleashed a torrent of curse words that could make a sailor blush, each word dripping with venom.

"Fuck you, Weston." He tried to push past me. But I wouldn't let him escape this time.

I stood my ground, grabbed his face with both hands, and kissed him hard, our lips colliding like the opposing forces of nature. His body melted into mine, the tension dissipating for a brief moment before he broke the kiss. He tried to turn away, but I held his chin, my gaze affixed to his.

"One, you're not a toy, and two, you'll never be pawned off because I won't allow anyone else to touch you." I stole another kiss, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. But he pulled away again, his eyes piercing into mine.

"Then prove I'm not a toy. Get onyourfucking knees."

I hesitated for a second, then took a step back and ripped off my shirt before lowering myself to the floor. I knelt at Darius' feet, my gaze locked with his poison-tipped eyes.

"I'm going to dirty up that tongue of yours," he said, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats.

My heart pounded in anticipation, thinking I was about to take his cock into my mouth. But he had other plans. He turned, placed his ass right in my line of sight and curved his back until the palms of his hands were flat against the wall.

"Lick my asshole."

I didn't hesitate. I crawled forward, burying my face between his cheeks and inhaling the musky scent of him. I slowly licked my way around his tight ring before finally pushing my tongue into his asshole. He sucked in a sharp breath, and pleasure coursed through me with each swirl of my tongue. Just as his grip on the wall tightened, my grip on the muscular flesh of his ass did, too. Something came over me, an insatiable hunger, one that I’d been suppressing for so long. I let it take over and devoured him. Stuttered breaths, and loud moans occupied by curse words, replaced the low moans and soft licks.

I pulled my face away to admire the view of his spread legs and perfect ass.

"Did I say you could stop?" His chin jutted to the side, the shadow of a grin kissing his lips.

"No." I pressed the tips of my fingers into the flesh of his ass and pulled them apart. "I was just admiring your tight little fuck hole."

"Yeah, a fuck hole you'll—"

The words on his tongue died as I spat a glob of saliva right onto the ring before diving back in.

"Damn, do you eat ass often?" His words came out in a tatter, his palms turning into a fist as I wrapped a hand around his hard cock. He had so much pre-cum dripping from the tip that it was enough to slick his shaft.

I ignored his question, too busy with my tongue deep in his hole and my hand around his pulsing flesh. He was close to the tipping point, evident by his breathing, but I wasn't done with him. Not even close.

"Is my tongue dirty enough for you now?" I asked and placed a small kiss on his lower back before rising to my feet.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled, forcing him to stand straight. I loved that I was a few inches taller than him. I let my hand drop from his hair to his throat and he raised his chin.

I let my lips graze the shell of his ear. "You didn't think I'll let you bust a nut that easily. Did you?"

"Asshole."

I pushed him into the wall. "Turn around."

I kneeled, our eyes tethered, his cock inches from my lips. I knew he was desperate to come—the rapid blinks, the shaky breaths. Fuck, I loved seeing him fall apart in front of me.

I traced my tongue along the thick vein that ran from the base to the tip. "Be a good boy and feed Daddy this cock."

"My pleasure." He gripped my hair and shoved his cock between my lips.

He showed no mercy, fucking my face like he hated every bone in my body, and I let him. Trying to catch a breath wasn't important to me at the moment, and I didn't give a fuck if he choked me out. A small part of me wanted him to try.

"Jesus, where the fuck is your gag reflex?" He pulled out, his chest rising and falling with each erratic breath.

I swirled my tongue around the swollen bulb. "I lost that a long time ago."




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