A Brush With The Devil - Page 6

He chuckles again when I pull away, and I’m confused. I can’t tell if he enjoyed the kiss or thought I was stupid for trying.

That is until he reaches over, puts a hand on the back of my neck, and pulls me toward him. Pressing his forehead against mine, he gently runs his tongue across my lips before he tells me what he wants.

“Blow me.”

Four

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Lakyn

I fully understand why this man has a dick and a pussy hiding somewhere in this building. He’s damn good with his fucking mouth—maybe better than Ichabod—and the more he sucks on my cock, the more I feel like taking him home with me.

Or maybe moving in.

I’m sure Ich wouldn’t care if I disappeared for a while.

“Goddamn,” I breathe as I rest a hand on the top of his head. He moves his mouth expertly up and down my shaft, his hand and tongue following his lips and I’m damn close to blowing my load in his mouth.

Wonder if he’d mind, I think as I ball his hair in my fist.

I bite my lower lip, grunt, and get ready to fill his mouth with my cum when he instinctively pulls away and uses his hand to finish me off.

I let out a tired, but satisfied laugh when the white, sticky fluid coats his fingers, but then cock my head to the side and grin at him.

“Cheater,” I tease him.

“Sorry, man. The only person I let do that is Penn,” he replies with a shrug as he gets to his feet.

I smirk.

His boy’s name is Penn.

I wonder if he’s some kind of rich bitch punk with a moniker like that.

His face turns red when he realizes he’s given me information he probably didn’t want me to have, and he walks out of the living room with his shoulders a little slumped.

The problem is that I’m not exactly done with him yet, and we’re gonna finish what he started.

I get to my feet, pull my pants up around my hips, but don’t zip them up. I’d rather not waste time with that shit again. Not when I’m sure he’s got a damn fine ass that needs a good ramming.

I wander around a little bit before I find Gray in the kitchen washing his hands. I suck my teeth as I walk over to him and slide an arm around his strong torso, turning him to face me.

He raises an eyebrow as he uses a dish towel to dry his hands, then tosses it on the counter, resting his palms back against the sink.

“Can I help you?” he asks in a stern tone.

“Drop the tough guy act,” I tell him with a laugh. “If you were as badass as you’re pretending to be, you wouldn’t have just caved so easily.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asks softly. “Wasn’t that enough?”

I arch an eyebrow.

This boy is about to learn a lesson the hard way.

Nothing is ever enough for me, and he’s made the mistake of showing me a preview of what he can do.

Now I want more, and he’s going to give it to me whether he likes it or not.

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