Page 154 of King of Pain

I pop off his dick momentarily, grab both of his hands, and guide them to my head.

“Grab hold of my hair,” I whisper, looking up at him. “And take me for a ride.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His fingers tangle into my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan as he pulls me back onto him.

I anchor myself by reaching around him, landing both hands on his perfect bubble ass. I groan again, the vibration dragging another gasp out of him.

“Oh fuck, moan on my cock again,” he pants. “That feels amazing.”

I pull back so only the head is in my mouth and look up at him through my lashes.

And I moan.

“Holy shit,” he shouts. “You were right, I’m not gonna last, baby.”

Hearing him call me that with his cock stuffed in my mouth sends me into a dick-sucking frenzy. I take him as far back as I can, eyes watering as he invades my throat.

Hands tightening in my hair and a shout ofOh my Godare the only warning I get before he comes down my throat. I grip his ass cheeks for balance and swallow every drop happily.

When I finally pull off, panting, I look up at him through wet eyes. He’s come undone. Absolutely undone. And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I lick the corner of my mouth, catching the stray trail I couldn’t quite swallow.

His gaze drops to my crotch, and before I can catch my breath, Ant’s yanking me up off my knees.

“I want to see you,” he says, breathless, already dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Hey,” I start, my voice dick rasped. “You don’t have to do anything, Ant. We can take it slow. I don’t know what you’re comfortable with after everything you’ve been through.”

He gives me an appreciative smile and grabs hold of the button on my jeans. “I know. And I’m not ready to do what you just did. But I need to see you.”

I nod.

He finishes unbuttoning my jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly before working the damp denim over my hips and struggles with pulling them down when they’re only about halfway down my ass. He leans back on his haunches, his hands roaming over my thighs.

“Jesus,” he mutters. “That ass. I can’t even get your pants down.”

I throw my head back and laugh.

“If you had any idea how many times your lower body was the star of my dreams…”

I can’t even manage a response. I’m a little breathless with him on his knees in front of me talking about my body.

“Just my lower body, huh?”

He smirks up at me. “Eh, your face is okay, too.”

I snicker and run my hands through his nearly dry hair. He gives me a shy smile and starts to pull my boxer briefs down. “Seriously, these thighs. How do you even get dressed?”

He slides them down to meet my jeans, shaking his head in disbelief as my dick springs out, hard and demanding.

I roll my eyes, about to respond, but he’s staring—staring like I’m some kind of marvel he can’t believe is real.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re stunning, Chance. You say I’m big, but you’re not much smaller. It’s thick as fuck, too.”

And then, without warning, he spits into his palm, reaches up, and wraps his hand around my cock. He starts stroking me, eyes wild with wonderment.

Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!