Lure (A Hitman's Bait 1)

“Yesyesyes!” I cried as he nailed my prostate. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Sully grunted the sound of release, pushing his hips up so high I bounced in the air, then came back down. My nipples tingled, and my body turned rigid. Almost there. Almost there. I felt it…the warmth that built into a raging fire and erupted. My stomach clenched, and the room spun with Lance’s shocked face and slack jaw as a jetstream of cum shot out and landed on the bed. He hesitated a millisecond, then scrambled to his feet and licked at the spot on the bed.

Holy fuck.

I slumped against Sully and he wrapped his arms around me. I wasn’t the only one shaking. Good.

“Did you come?” Sully asked. I opened my mouth, but from his gaze, the question was directed at Lance.

The man nodded, his face red, and his glasses askew on his nose.

“Good. Now leave us.”