Possession (The Mate Games 3)

She glanced up at me, tears shimmering in her eyes.

“You okay, beautiful?”

She hummed, the vibrations more stimulating than I could comprehend. My fingers tightened in her hair, and my hips gave an involuntary jerk.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me come,” I gritted out.

“On her, not in her mouth.”

The fuck did this man think he was doing? I wouldn’t be told by anyone where I could blow my load. Least of all a priest with a daddy kink.

But... coming on her perfect tits was hot. I liked how she looked painted in my spend. Claimed by me.

The convulsions of her throat as she sucked me, along with the image of me spurting all over her, had me ready to blow.

“Stop, Sunshine. Fuck. I’m close.”

She backed away, and I immediately replaced her mouth with my fist, flying over my cock as the orgasm barreled through me. Jet after jet of my seed landed on her and fuck me, male pride washed over me at the sight.

When the aftershocks of pleasure died down, I leaned close and kissed her, whispering, “Good girl,” before backing away.

“You don’t get to call her that, Kingston.” Caleb’s voice was low and even. “Now go sit down. Blackthorne, you’re up.”