Buttons and Shame (Buttons 4)

Tears formed in her eyes until they were large enough to streak down her cheeks. They weren’t tears from her sobs, but tears from the discomfort in her throat. She kept hitting her gag reflex over and over, but she stopped herself from coughing over my length.

I loved her tears. I knew that made me an ass, but whatever.

I was an ass.

“You have no idea how sexy you look right now.” I’d received a lot of great head from talented women, but none of them looked as perfect as she did. She was definitely the most stunning one, beautiful despite her bruises and scars. Her hair kept coming loose from my hand, but that didn’t stop her from sucking my dick as best she could.

I wondered if she liked it.

My cock thickened a little more, telling me I was about to explode. I wanted to come on her face or her tits, but right now, I wanted to pump myself down her throat. I wanted my come to sit in her stomach all night while she slept. I wanted her to taste me, to know what a real man tasted like.

“I’m gonna come.” I gripped her neck and pulled her tighter, wanting it harder and fast.

She worked harder and jerked me off with her hand. She breathed hard through her nose and sometimes panted through her mouth. Her tits shook with the effort, and her nipples were hard.

“Don’t swallow.” I gritted my teeth as I felt my body tense. I was about to come—hard. “You’re gonna show me.” I thrust up and hit her in the back of the throat, fucking her mouth like a toy. I owned this woman, and I enjoyed reminding her of that fact.

I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the high, but I didn’t want to miss this glorious sight. I wanted to watch her struggle to take all of me, to feel my hot seed pile up in her mouth. A quiet groan escaped my lips followed by a louder grunt.

Then I came.

I shoved myself completely inside her, making her choke as I filled her mouth with everything I had. I knew I dumped mounds deep inside her, more than she’d ever taken before. It was probably more than I’d ever produced.

My orgasm seemed to stretch forever, powerful both in capacity and duration. She didn’t pull away even though she must have been struggling to breathe. Like an obedient slave, she put my comfort before her own.

I finally finished after nearly a minute, giving my final squirts until I was depleted. My cock slowly began to soften, satisfied. “Show me.”

With wet eyes, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Globular mounds sat on the surface, thick and white. I was proud of my deposit—and proud of the woman who received it.

My fingers moved under her chin then gently pushed up, telling her to close her mouth. “Swallow.”

She did as I asked, and her throat shifted as she took everything down.

My thumb brushed along her bottom lip, and my eyes narrowed in satisfaction. The fire danced in the background, matching the heat in my veins. That was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had, and I knew she had something to do with it.

Instead of being satisfied with what she’d given me, I wanted more. I wanted more of her.

All of her.

Until there was nothing left.

12

Cane

I couldn’t avoid my brother forever. He was going to track me down and demand an explanation about the agreement with Tristan. He wouldn’t be happy that I bent the rules when we operated by a strict policy.

And he would be pissed when he found out I accepted a woman as currency.

Not to mention Pearl… She’d be even more ticked.

I wished there were a way I could keep my guest a secret, but I didn’t see how that was possible. And when Crow asked for a straight answer, I couldn’t dodge or lie. My brother and I were always honest with each other—sometimes too honest.

I woke up early that morning and hit the weights in the gym downstairs. Now that I’d had my cock in her mouth, I was eager to explore the rest of her body. Her pussy would be even better. I couldn’t imagine how tight her ass would be around my cock.

She stayed in her room, and I stayed in mine. She didn’t try to sleep with me, which was something neither one of us wanted. I needed that king bed all to myself. Cuddling wasn’t my thing. The only time I had a woman sleep over was when there were two of them.

Because I got to fuck both of them again in the morning.

But in this case, she was going to be around for a long time, so it was unnecessary. Besides, I couldn’t expect her to put on a brave face every hour around the clock. Like everyone else, she needed a break.