Page 11 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)

Alison took my head back into her mouth, her tongue teasing my piercing, only to retreat straight after.

I was getting restless. Each stroke of hers was soundtracked with a delightful moan that got me harder with each passing beat.

She was in total control. Despite my attempts, this was her game all the way, and I was all too eager to let her have it.

“Show me how far you can go,” I dared, swiping her hair to the side, gathering a handful so I could guide her.

Again, Alison smiled at the challenge, licking her lips before taking me deeper than she had until then.

My cock twitched when she gagged, the constriction of her throat tightening her grip on me.

She was unrelenting, pushing further only to gag again.

My balls tightened each time my cock was caught in that death trap of her contracting throat.

“Ohh shit… Good. Fucking. Girl!” I growled. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

She was a beautiful drooling and tearing mess. These were the first tears escaping her eyes that I didn’t mind seeing. In fact, what a sight they were.

I pulled on her hair, my cock popping out of her mouth. I needed to kiss her. Taking her jaw in a tight grip, I hastily devoured her, dumping all my desire, pride, and care for her in a hungry possession of her lips.

“I won’t be able to hold on if you keep being that good.”

“You’re holding back.” She replied, seeing right through me.

“I have to.”

“No, you don’t. I said I wanted you. Not a refrained version, not a cautious you. I want you . I want the Max that finger-fucked me against the wall and burned me with his raw and dominating touch. The Max who fucked me in front of a mirror on my fiancé’s bed. Corrupt the fucking princess, Max.”

“Fuck, Alison. You’re killing me.” This was more than any mere human could take.

I took the base of my cock in my hand and fed it to her. Her velvety, warm tongue welcomed me back slowly, her eyes locked on mine in a tease. The way she kept going was testing my self control.

“I love this,” she said, circling her tongue around my piercing again. “I love the taste of your cock on my tongue.”

“You looking for dirty, Princess?”

“I’m looking to get my mouth fucked six ways to Sunday,” she confessed in an impulse, a sassy tone underlining each word.

I pulled back, holding her jaw in my hand again, pushing two fingers inside her mouth in one hasty move.

“Suck,” I ordered. “You don’t get cock until you behave.”

I probed deeper into her mouth, feeling the beginning of her gag reflex before pulling back, smearing her saliva all over her lips only to push back in again.

“Is this what you want, Alison? Huh?” She shook her head since her words were shoved down her throat by my fingers. “Ask nicely for what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Releasing her, I stood straight, fisting my cock and pumping it right in front of her face like a wordless tease. Alison was panting, catching her breath, her eyes darting from mine to my cock and back.

“Tell me what you want, Angelo . It’s not about me fucking your mouth. I’ll do that gladly. Tell me, what is it that you need ?”

Alison’s eyes steadied on mine, forever passing in a heartbeat. There was something more lurking under the surface.

“I want…” She hesitated at first, only to square her shoulders and voice her needs in a steady, firm tone.

“I want to hear you call out my name when you come in my mouth. I want it to be the only one on your mind each and every time you come. I want to bend and break you, like you have done to me. I want you to claim me and think of no one else, ever.”

I couldn’t hold back the smile that spread my lips. Little did she know that I was far beyond broken already.

“Open up, Baby Girl. This might get a little bumpy.”

I held her hair again, tighter, steadying her before thrusting at my own rhythm. First, slow pulses, going deeper at each new thrust.

Alison took each stroke better than the last until I was holding her in place, my hands on each side of her head while my hips bucked faster and harder.

I fucked her mouth brutally, just as she’d asked, holding her still while my cock disappeared down her throat.

“You take me so fucking well.” Alison moaned in appreciation, opening up her throat for me to slip in further down. “You’re going to swallow me whole, aren’t you?”

“Hmm.”

“Every fucking drop of my cum is yours, Alison. I want to see you take it like the good fucking girl you are.”

She hummed again, another vibration soaring through my body, taking me closer to the apex of bliss.

“That’s it. Take it all, Angelo . Take. It. Aaaahhh.” I buried my cock down her throat, my hips lightly pulsing with each throb of my coming cock. I poured rope after rope of cum down it, my whole body freezing under the paralyzing pleasure. “Alison,” I groaned.

I had never come so hard in my life, yet Alison took it all, no proof of my depravity on her plump, just-fucked lips.

“You’re a fucking goddess, do you know that?” I said as I knelt before her, taking her lips in mine, worshiping her with every swipe of my tongue. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect.” She smiled against my lips, “I loved every part of it.” Those words hit my heart and my groin at the same time. I needed to give her just as much as she had given me.

Fuck leveling the field. Fuck what was to come. Fuck me for being a monster.

“But I guess that's all we’ll get for tonight.”

“What?” I asked in confusion. She had pushed for this, and now she was backtracking.

“My phone has been buzzing uncontrollably. Yours followed. I’m guessing we will have company very soon.” I was so lost in her I hadn’t noticed anything.

“Fuck them, I’ll barricade the fucking door.

” Now that I had relented, I couldn’t lose her back to real life.

I wanted to extend this little bubble as much as I could, have us live out all our damn fantasies in it before we woke up and were forced to smell the fucking coffee.

“You can’t sit there like that, in lacy cock-tease underwear, pouting with just-fucked lips, telling me to stop. ”

“I want nothing more than to feel the Prince inside me,” she smirked devilishly, referring to my little gift to her, “But I don’t think we have time for that right now.”

“Shit!” Talk about a cold fucking shower.

“Exactly. And unless you want Matt to see my swollen lips and your… satisfied expression, I think I should go take a shower before he bursts in here.” She was proud of herself, I could see it in her eyes, in her smirk, in her poise.

I picked her up slowly, helping her stand.

“Okay, fine.” I finally relented. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug, followed by a heartfelt kiss.

I had no idea what this meant for us, but Alison had just set a fucking wildfire aflame inside me.

This new determination in her saw through my bullshit, slashing through my protective layers, aiming right where it fucking hurt.

“Thank you,” she mumbled before taking off.

I tugged on her hand, pulling her against the wall, caging her between my arms.

“I don’t like leveled playing fields. Expect revenge for this assault.”

“Is that a threat, Maxy Max?”

“It’s a fucking promise, Princess.” I crushed my lips to hers like a starved man, making sure to suck and bite on her bottom one. I wanted her to feel me, just like I’ll be feeling her.

I watched her sway her way towards her bedroom, standing there still in a daze, half torn between memories of what just happened and finding an excuse for when the cavalry knocked the damn door down.

Half torn!

Alison won every time.