End It All (Vitale Brothers, #5)

by Brea Alepoú

"Get off me," Quincy growled. "No." I ground my hips down.

"What are you going to do about it?" "Nothing," Quincy spat out. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Cuz you like to take it up the ass, don't you? Bet it's been a while for you. I mean, you're always supposed to be the tough one, right? The one on top?"

"This place already lets me know so much about your personality. You are definitely not in control, Quincy." "I'm plenty in control,"

"So shut the hell up...

I sat up as I got on top and shoved his legs apart until I was firmly buried between them. He grunted, his hands trying to push me off, but I wasn't letting him do that either. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you really that turned on by me?"

"What the hell is your problem?" I grinned. "Mommy issues. Daddy issues." I shrugged. “So many problems.”

Fascinated, I dragged my nails over it too. The moan that escaped Quincy's lips was almost enough to make me nut right then and there. Instead, I grinned and leaned down closer to him. "Come on, take your pants off,"

"You clearly want it." "You don't know what I want," Quincy snapped. "But I'll fucking tell you. You want me? Take my pants off yourself."

metal ring in the head of his cock. That’s insane. Kinda love it. Yeah, I had definitely gone without for way too long. I leaned forward, letting my body lead me before I wrapped my lips around his already semi-hard cock. "Fuck!" He groaned. "What the hell are you doing?" "Enjoying myself,"

"You told me to take your pants off, I did. What are you complaining about now?"

lowered my head again and took his entire length down my throat. It was something I was good at, making a cock disappear. I mean, I'd had to

Now, it seemed as if Quincy was enjoying my talent just as much as every other man

"Deeper." Quincy groaned. "Come on. If you're gonna do this shit, really fuck me up," he growled.

The groan that echoed from his throat bordered on feral. Thick fingers dug into my hair, squeezing and scraping over my scalp as I puffed out my cheeks and sucked them back in again. The sound of my lips around his cock, wet and eager, filled the room. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared back at me, needy and pleading without saying a word. Submissive and breedable.

Quincy tossed his arm over his mouth to muffle his moans. That only made the needy look in his eyes grow. By the time I pulled up, a string of saliva connecting me to him, his eyes were lined with tears. Probably from holding back so hard. I licked my

lips before I reached forward and shoved his hand away. When his mouth opened, I stuffed three fingers inside. "Suck, bitch," I moaned.

"Turn over." "Don't tell me what to do," he bit back. I raised a brow. "You want to fuck me instead? Trust me, you couldn't afford how much it would cost."

"Never said I wanted that. But you're going to fuck me the way I want." My heart skipped a beat. "What?" I asked, dumbfounded. "You heard me. Take your cock out."

"No lube? No condom?" I asked. Quincy tilted his head. "I like it to hurt a little. And why? You got something?"

felt like I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of Quincy. I reached out and grabbed one of his cheeks, shoving him down even further. "More," I moaned. "I'm trying," Quincy grunted. "This shit ain't easy without, you know, lube." "I asked⁠—" "Yeah, yeah, I know what I said." He placed both hands on my chest. "Shut up and let me adjust. Hold still."

All I wanted to do was stay in my hazy little happy cloud and thrust up into him until I stuffed his hole with my cum. Just thinking about it made me buck upwards. Quincy cried out, his head falling back before he snapped forward and glared at me. "Look here, baby girl. I'm trying to⁠—" "Oh, shut up," I said.

"Blake," Quincy groaned. "Yes, fuck. Harder," he moaned. "Come on, do it harder. Is that it? Really?" "You talk a lot of shit!" I growled. "Then be better," he answered.

bent him in half. As shock made his eyes widen to the size of saucers, I grinned. He looked so good like this, I could easily become addicted to the sight. On top of that, he'd dyed his hair pink. It looked good against his brown skin. The color did nothing but make him look even better.

"You're so demanding," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. "That a problem?" I shook my head. "Nah. I like it."

"You feel so good,"

"Damn, never thought you would do it better than the men I've had in the past."

"Don't talk about fucking other dudes when I'm inside you." He panted, shaking his head. "Fuck, sorry. Shit!"

"Your dick feels so good, I don't even know what I'm saying." That drew another smile to the surface. I couldn't help it. Quincy was an asshole and a mess, but being inside of him while he fell apart was heaven.

Quincy clinched around my cock and I tweaked one of his nipples. He threw his head back, shifting his hips down to meet each and every last one of my thrusts.

Quincy had a hand wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it hard and fast as he stared back at me. "Cum in my ass," he moaned. "Come on, baby girl. Fill me up. I need it." "You need me to breed your hole?" Quincy stared at me before he swore, twitched, and came so hard it covered his abdomen and shot onto my face.

It had been fucking orgasmic seeing his mouth stretched around my cock, and the tongue ring hadn’t been just for show. Blake knew his way around a cock.

I quickly added my number under Baby Daddy, and put in Harlow and Benito's number. Although, I doubted Blake would call either one of them. “Here, it’s good for a little while until you get one.”

"I always thought you two belonged together. Too bad he was sold off to be the Italian's bitch boy."

"Fuck." "Quincy," Blake said wearily. "I⁠—" "Shouldn't have touched my shit! The sooner you get the fuck out of my space the better."

"Blake," he whispered. "I'm right here," I said. "I'll call an ambulance." "No," he rasped out. "Don't. Just... stay."

"You're fine. I mean, you're too much of an asshole to die." Quincy laughed lightly before his eyes started to flutter closed. "Fuck you."

"I'm fine," he said. "I'll kick your ass for that later." "Shut up, gangster boy. That's not so threatening when you take my cock like a champ."

"He's an asshole, he's cruel, he bosses Benito around like he's his trained pet," he said, ticking off each reason on his fingers. "Watch it," Benito snapped. "He has children and abandons them. Did I mention he's an asshole?" "Yes," I said.

"All it's going to do is give him false hope that you actually give a fuck about him. We both know he's in love with you. Shit, I'm sure everyone knows!"

You have no idea what lesbian rage looks like. Hint, it's not pretty. Also it's very passive-aggressive."

“Blake,” he muttered. "Still here," I answered, staring at the far wall and wondering why I hadn't left yet as his arm tightened around my midsection. "Still here."

slapped his ass, not minding the slight burn that blossomed over the cuts on my hands. "Good boy."

"You called Benito, didn't you? You asked your big bro for help."

"You refused to go to the hospital. I didn't know what to do. Unlike you, I'm not used to people coming home how you did."

"Wow." Blake stepped in behind me. "We're still down to a one bedroom." He shrugged. "At this point, I'm used to you sleeping with your dick out."

"I'll see about getting the princess a mattress later this week." It was going to be tight, but I'd find a deal.

His blue gaze dragged down my body and then up again. He looked everywhere until he focused on my cock. "We've been over this, my eyes are up here." Blake, unlike the first night he stayed with me, continued to stare. "You want to suck it again?"

"It was the best you ever had, wasn't it?" This goddamn asshole. "I'd give you a solid seven point five." He snorted. "Yeah, the way you practically shoved your dick down my throat says it was ten out of ten."

His hand wrapped around my cock and he played with the piercing with his thumb. My last remaining brain cell abandoned ship the moment pleasure rippled through my body. I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. "Blake—" The man dropped to his knees and had his lips pressed against the tip of my cock. He stared up at me, his blue eyes framed by thick black lashes. My cock twitched in his hold, fully hard with just a bit of teasing.

"This is why they say don't do drugs." I moaned as Blakes tongue flicked against the tip of my cock again. "No." "No, he's not in your top twenty, or no, he's never given you a blow job?" Blake asked. What is this? "What are you, a cop now? Fucking interrogating me and shit."