LOGINThe stretch was fire. My body fought him, then yielded, inch by inch, until he was seated fully inside me. I was panting, trembling, tears streaming down my cheeks. He stayed still, letting me adjust, his hand resting on my hip.“Look at you,” he said, his voice rough. “Taking all of me. They sent you to kill me, and now you're full of my cock.”I couldn't answer because I could barely breathe.He began to move. Slow at first, deep strokes that pressed against that spot inside me until I was moaning. Each thrust pushed me forward, rocked my body, made me feel every inch of him.Then his hand came up, and the cold metal pressed against my temple.“Don't forget,” he said. “One wrong move and I pull the trigger.”My body clenched around him. Fear and pleasure twisted together, sharp and bright. He kept fucking me, the gun steady against my head, his pace building harder, faster, until the only sounds in the room were the slap of skin and my broken moans.“You like this,” he said. “Yes.”
He pulled himself out. His cock was thick, half-hard, veined, the head flushed dark. He wrapped his hand around the base and stroked as he watched my face.“Open your mouth.”I didn't move. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to fight, to do anything but kneel here with this man's cock in front of my face. But I didn't run. I didn't fight because this was what they trained me for.I opened my mouth.He guided himself forward, and the head pressed against my lower lip—the taste of salt and skin. I breathed through my nose, trying to steady myself, and he pushed in.My eyes watered immediately. He was thick, and my jaw complained at the stretch. He slid deeper until the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged, and he stopped.“Breathe through your nose,” he said, his voice soft, almost kind. “And relax your throat.”I tried. I focused on breathing, on unclenching the muscles in my neck, and he pushed deeper. My nose pressed a
My hand shook on the SIG Sauer, and I almost screamed at myself at how pathetic I was feeling. I'd killed five men before I turned twenty-two and three more since. None of them saw me coming, and none of them got a shaking trigger finger.But William Desmond was different. I knew from the time they gave me the mission and the instructions they gave me in case he proved harder to take care of. The penthouse was too quiet. The window I'd jimmied was just too easy. The security system I'd bypassed in under a minute was too simple. It was as if he'd left the door open and waited.I crept through the hallway, my footsteps silent on the marble until I reached his study, a place I knew he would be in, from the itineraries. I pushed the door open with my knuckles, and my SIG raised. I wasn't disappointed. William was sitting in the leather chair, facing away from me, with a glass of whiskey in one hand. “You're late,” he said, without turning around…it was as if he were waiting for me, and
Moon's breath caught. His body was wrecked, and his hole was sore. But his cock was impossibly and unbelievably stirring again. It was twitching with interest at Cyril's words.“Get up,” Cyril said. “Hands against the wall.”Moon's legs barely held him. He stumbled to the wall, pressed his palms against the cool tile, and bent forward. His ass was exposed again, and he could feel their eyes on his used hole, with the cum still dripping down his thighs.“Bill,” Cyril said. “Manuel. Together.”Moon's heart stopped.“Both of you,” Cyril continued, and there was something almost like amusement in his voice now. “Let's see how much that hole can really take.”Manuel moved first and reached for Moon's hips. “You hear that, rookie? Two at once. Think you can handle it?”Moon couldn't answer. His throat was closed with terror and arousal, and when he felt Manuel's cock press against his entrance again, he bit his lip hard enough to taste blood.“Relax,” Manuel murmured against his ear. “You'r
Moon couldn't speak or think. Manuel's cock was longer than Bill's, hitting places that made his vision blur, and the wet sounds of his thrusts filled the room. His cock was aching now, desperate and neglected, bouncing against his stomach with every thrust.“Please,” he heard himself say. “Please, I need —”“Need what?” Cyril's voice, still calm, still steady. “Need to come?”“Yes. Hell, yes. Please.”“No.”Moon's whole body seized, and Manuel laughed and kept fucking him through it.“You come when I say you come,” Cyril said. His boots were still there, still in Moon's peripheral vision. “And you haven't earned it yet.”Manuel's rhythm was growing sloppy now, his thrusts losing coordination. “Fuck, I'm close. Cyril, I'm —”“Do it. Fill him up.”Manuel slammed forward one last time, burying himself deep, and the groan that tore from his throat was almost pained. Moon felt the second flood of warmth as Manuel's release mixed with Bill's, filling him until he swelled with it. Manuel st
“Hands off yourself,” Cyril ordered. He pulled his thumb from Moon's mouth, and Moon's fingers slid free of his body, and then Cyril was gripping his wrist, pulling his arm back. “Bill is going to fuck you first. You're going to take every inch. And when he's done filling you up, Manuel will do it again. And then —” He paused, and something dark flickered behind his eyes. “Then you're going to show me how grateful you are. Understand?”Moon nodded. His voice was gone. His whole body was trembling, shaking with something that wasn't fear and wasn't arousal but was both, a hot liquid need that had swallowed him whole.“Good.” Cyril straightened up, his hand still in Moon's hair. “On your hands and knees. Face the wall.”Moon turned. The concrete was hard under his knees, and the tile cool against his palms. He was facing the wall now, his back to the three men, his ass raised in the air, and he could feel their eyes on him like a physical weight. The shower was still running somewhere b
“You don't need to be to help me.” Miguel pressed his father's hand flat against his chest. His nipple pushed against Kielan's palm, and Miguel let out a shaky breath. “Just… touch 'em. Make 'em feel better.”On the other couch, his mother laughed at the television, unaware of what was happening a
A violent tremor ran through Richy’s frame, and he wrapped his arms around himself, nails digging into his biceps before he gave one tight nod.Jax’s jaw tightened. “Did he touch you beyond the exam?”Another nod.Richy’s breath hitched. “He… he f-fucked me," he stuttered. “On the table. He just… h
The doctor fucked him through it, his pace turning frantic. “Take it,” he snarled, his control shattering. “Take all of it. You wanted this. You wanted to be filled.”With a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the root and went rigid. Richy felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside him, a flood
Ethan obeyed. He drove into him, deeper, faster. The slap of their bodies grew louder, more urgent as he gripped Kael's hip hard, his fingers leaving pale imprints on the skin. His other hand fisted in the sheet near Kael's head.He was close. The pressure coiled tight at the base of his spine, lik







