Marcus (Savage Kings MC – South Carolina Book Series 9)
Marcus: Chapter 15

Wow, I had no idea that Marcus would get so upset about me leaving for a few minutes.

In fact, I thought I would be back before he returned from wherever the heck he went.

It sort of annoys me that he can demand to know where I go, but he won’t give me the same courtesy.

Still, it appears he likes his gift.

I flop down on the sofa and watch as he turns the paddle over in his palm and tests it out by slapping it.

Then he comes over to the living room. Standing in front me, towering over me he says, “Pull you pants down and bend over the arm of the sofa.”

“No.”

“No?” he repeats, brow raised, and jaw clenched so tightly it ticks.

“I’m too sore,” I tell him.

Although I could probably handle it, I want to deny him to see how he’ll react. Besides, I can’t exactly demand anything from him when I’m face down, ass up, can I?

“But my mouth feels just fine,” I offer.

“Yes, it does,” he agrees in a low grumble.

Sliding off the sofa to my knees, I reach up and start undoing his belt along with the front of his jeans.

When I tug the denim and his boxer briefs down to his knees, his hard cock pops free, already turned on either from having me on my knees or from holding the paddle.

“Let me worship you tonight,” I tell him as I take him in my hand and stroke him from root to tip.

“Yesss,” he groans as he stares down at me. “Take me in your mouth now.”

“Yes, sir,” I agree as I open wide and guide his head into my mouth, but only his head. I lick it and suck it hard while using my hand to jerk the rest of his shaft.

When I moan with him still inside, Marcus shouts, “Fuck!”

He throws his head back and lifts his arms to brace the paddle behind it.

I run my palm up under his shirt, rubbing his tightening abs while my mouth keeps sucking that one small part of him.

“More!” he demands. When I don’t concede, he adds a softly whispered, “Please, Teagan.”

Taking mercy on him, I let a few more inches of his cock slide over my tongue before backing off again, refusing to give it any suction.

No, my plan is to tease this man to the point of desperation. Working him up so badly that he’ll agree to give me anything I want to finish.

I lick my way up one side, down the other, flick my tongue over his slit, before sucking his crown hard again.

“Teagan, fuck!” he shouts. Tossing the paddle to the sofa behind me, both of his hands come down to grasp either side of my head.

Knowing what he plans to do, I wrap my hand around his shaft to keep him from forcing my head down on him any further.

When that doesn’t work, he tries to pump his hips forward to shove deeper, but it’s impossible with the grip I have on his cock.

“I’m hurting, baby. I need…I need…” he trails off as I take him to the back of my throat just once, making him shout my name to the ceiling.

That’s when I pull my mouth all the way off of him and wait for his eyes to open.

“Don’t stop!” he begs as he stares down at me. Both of his hands are now stroking the sides of my face, threading through my hair, trying to urge me to keep going, but failing. “Teagan?”

“You want to come?” I ask him as I stroke his dick in my fist. He nods vehemently, his face tight with pain, not looking anything like the usual hard and intimidating badass biker.

“Down my throat?”

“God, yes!” he moans. “I’m so close.”

“Okay,” I agree before sucking on his crown with three deep pulls before I stop, making him shout a curse to the ceiling. “I’ll let you come down my throat now and whenever you want if you let me prospect.”

There’s a long moment of silence followed by another shout. “Fuck! Not this again! I can’t…that’s not…”

I tighten my fist around his base, then put as much of him as I can fit down my throat to apply as much suction as possible. The whole time, I look up and watch Marcus’s face. His jaw falls open as he chokes on the air, and I’m pretty sure his eyes even cross.

“Yes! Yes, okay!” he exclaims.

I pull off of him to make sure we’re talking about the same thing, “Yes, you’ll let me prospect?”

“Yes! Just let me come, for fuck’s sake!”

His palms are on the back of my head, pressing forward, but that won’t get my mouth back around him until I say so. Since it sounds like we’re finally on the same page, I do.

Not only do I let Marcus slide his cock into my mouth, I let him guide every movement after as he pumps his hips, shoving deeper with each thrust until I’m nearly gagging as his hot, thick load coats the back of my throat. Above me, his entire body twitches uncontrollably as he shouts garbled words that don’t make any sense while holding my head tight to his body.

It’s really fucking hot to watch him fall apart from the pleasure, but even more satisfying as I swallow him down because it means I’m going to finally get what I wanted.