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Harlyn cries out when my tongue slides along his soft flesh, of his beautiful small hole.

I fucking hate him. I can't do it anymore, all of this impractical behavior. He's so back and forth between sweet as cake and scorching like hell.

We are going to have a hell of a time fixing the mess he made today. Spilled the drink on accident my ass. He had looked so innocent standing there feigning horror when all of his actions were intentional.

That had been the head of the Garbara family. He’s pissed because technically we weren’t allowed to kill his brother Shane. We should have notified and let him handle it. When he mentioned his daughter and something about uniting our families, it was the last thing I wanted to do. Alas, I'll do anything for my family, so there I was, doing just that before hurricane Harlyn came and wrecked it.

Now I'm wrecking him with my tongue as he releases the most exotic fucking noises, that drive me mad with need.

He basically just told me he was an untouched slice of cake, made specifically for me, and. I. Can't. Fucking. Help. Myself.

When my tongue breaches his rim, he pushes back into me, fucking my mouth with his ass and I moan.

How had I missed this? No wonder he never seems to know what the hell he’s doing. This murderous ball of fire is a virgin, spread out before me, taking whatever I give him.

His willingness pulls a growl from my throat as I devour him.

“Creek... More. Give me more, please.”

His begging damn near makes my eyes cross. He is so hot, and I’m starting to realize that he genuinely has no idea.

When his hand drops between his legs and he tugs his big uncut cock, I slap his hand away, and replace it with my own. Removing my tongue from his tight hole to slip a finger in causes him to jump at the unsuspected intrusion. Harlyn relaxes into it quickly and I watch with rampant attention as my hands work him from both sides. The rapid pace drives him crazy, he’s a blubbering mess.

My own cock sits so heavy still tucked into my jeans, longing to play with him. Tongue coated in his flavor, I moan, rolling it around my mouth and across my lips. He tastes like disaster.

Figures.

Watching his pretty lips part on a sexy breathy sound, I suddenly can't wait anymore to stick my dick between them.

My mouth comes down on his scarred arched back and I lap at every single one of them as I work my way back to his ass. Adding a second finger, I crook them both in search of his prostate and circle his stretched hole with my tongue. My other hand still jerks him rapidly and he calls out my name like a prayer.

“I want your come baby.”

I pant. “Give it to me.”

His length throbs, and I hurry to cup my hand at his tip so I can catch his release. I pull back just in time to see the look of ecstasy on his face as he splatters my hand in come. His eyes roll back, his mouth open on a silent moan.

I think about how I'm the only one that’s seen this side of Harlyn and grit my teeth when I envision someone else’s hands and eyes on him. It doesn't sit right with me. Makes me uncomfortable, and I want to punish him for something imaginary.

Releasing him completely, I'm careful not to spill his load that’s still in my hand. When I stand from the couch, I drag him with me, using my free hand to roughly tug his hair until he's on his knees before me.

He regards me with so much emotion and compliancy.

“Open up and keep it on your tongue baby.”

I instruct.

When he does just that I groan and shove my hand to his lips, and he slurps himself right up.

Taking my dick out, he looks up at me from beneath his sweet lashes, brows pinched with total lust. It hits me again that I have a little psycho in my presence who relinquishes all control when I'm around.

“You have no idea the amount of problems you caused for me today baby... Now I'm gonna have to clean your mess.”

My thumb roughly grazes his lips, and he whimpers. A guilty look crosses his features and my lips purse. “Are you ready for your punishment?”

His eyes widen just as my thumb hooks his bottom teeth and I thrust my cock to the back of his throat.

Resting both of my hands on either side of his head, I fuck his mouth. He gags at first, whether it's from my length or his come, I don't know and I don't care.

“Fuuckk... You swallow me so good Har.”

His eyes roll at the praise, as I hold his head in place. His chin brushes my balls, sending a shiver through me with how far back he lets me in.

He’s enjoying this way too much for it to be considered punishment.

Because of course he is.

Spit and come spill down his chin and I tsk. “So sloppy.”

I mumble. Pulling out of his mouth, I drop to my knees in front of him and lick up the mess before my tongue dives into his mouth. We moan together and it's so... More.

I've never liked someone’s mouth as much as I do Harlyn's. In fact, when I fuck, it's usually all things from behind so there isn’t time for kissing. It's a quick transaction between two willing participants and then we go on our way. With Har, however, his full wet lips call to me like a siren song, and I want to rub mine all over them.

After I kiss him silly, I get back to my feet and thrust into his warm mouth once more. It doesn't take long for my balls to tightens and spill. I groan as he swallows me up greedily.

Catching my breath, we stare at each other. He's so fucking beautiful, and he's ruining me. Making me drop my systems and let him in. Tears treck down his cheeks that I gently brush away before clearing my throat.

We break apart and silently right ourselves.

“Who was that man, and why are you so worried?”

I sigh. “That was the head of the Garbara family. Remember Shane? The man you called out for shorting us?”

He watches me with some serious attention that makes me uneasy, but he nods all the same. “Well, that was his little brother, and technically we should have let him handle it. I just got so angry that someone would think they could betray us, that I got carried away. That was me trying to fix it.”

“How is her hands all over you supposed to fix it?”

His eyes narrow and he's back to looking psychotic.

“An arrangement to join our families. I agreed to marry her.”

His eyes even out and he stares at me with no emotion. I can still see the wheels turning in his head. He's pissed, but trying to hold back since I ripped him a new one earlier.

“Go on, say what you need to say.” I offer.

He approaches me slowly, but the punch he throws comes quick and unexpectedly before I can block it. It clocks me in the jaw, and I stumble into the wall.

When I right myself he's already gone.

My chest grows tight, and dread terrorizes me as I stare blankly at the empty spot he no longer occupies.

Rubbing my aching jaw, and ensuring I'm presentable, I step out of the private room to face the music.