Dom of Las Vegas (Sin City #1)

by Tricia Owens

secretly enjoyed

Although his cock twitched,

Mark continued smiling at him as he dropped a hand and scratched idly at his groin. His fingers 'accidentally' lifted his cock and let it drop.

After stripping to his boxers

"Use me, Marco. Punish me."

you're either lying to me, Mr. Winter, or you're aroused."

other man's hand slide into the front right pocket of his khakis. His cock,

already half-hard, strained against the back of his pants' zipper. He sucked in his breath when the tip of Maxmillian's fingers grazed the side of him.

He heard a familiar jingle. His mouth began watering as he turned back to Jonathan. The

"I said, come here."

"I thought about you all night,"

But his eyes snuck to the side, unable to help a quick peek. Poole was holding himself in an identical pose, but his cock—oh, god, his cock definitely wasn't identical to Ethan's. It was almost mocha colored, extremely thick, with a fat helmet that made the whole thing look like an arrow. Ethan's hole twitched as he imagined what it would feel like to be plowed by that thing.

as he mentally returned to the restroom with Poole. Only this time Poole was holding a gun as he ordered Ethan to his knees

Ethan groaned against the carpet of his apartment. The fibers stuck to his damp cheek as Marco's foot on the back of his neck kept him pinned to the floor.

He wasn't able to catch Poole's gaze however, because the dark-haired man was staring at Ethan's crotch like he wanted to bury his face in it.

lingering on his abs, spanning his bare, glitter-dusted chest and then slowly lifting to Ethan's face.

I want you and I'm going to have you and there's nothing you can do about it.

think what you're attempting to say is that men like me own men like you."

"You recognize the smell of your Master."

You want to be on your knees... begging for my forgiveness for what you did to me."

suddenly shoving Ethan's face down to his pubic hair,

"but I'm going to fuck you... fuck you until you tell me you're mine."

The other man wouldn't allow him to lift off, and knowing that he was being forced to swallow the other man made Ethan's head buzz with lust.

Poole shoved him backwards. Startled, Ethan fell onto his back on the carpeted floor as Poole grabbed him by the ankles. The other man yanked upwards until Ethan's weight was pulled onto his shoulders and neck,

his spine propped against Poole's knees.

Sapphire eyes bored down at him where he lay upside down. "Stroke yourself," Poole rasped. "You're go...

his swollen cock and bucked in reaction when he squeezed the ripe flesh. "Oh, shit," he whimpered when he discovered how close he already was. "Oh, god, I'm close." "Cum on your face," Poole ordered again, yanking Ethan's legs higher until his cock was pointing straight down into his eyes. "Next time, I'll make you catch it in your mouth. But this time I want to see it all over your face. I want you to feel it there and know you did it to yourself." "Oh, god—oh, fuck." Ethan closed his eyes and fisted himself furiously. His spine snapped tight. He felt his balls constrict. And then a wet tongue slithered across his clenched balls and Ethan screamed. Pressure exploded up from his belly through his balls and out the tip of his cock. As his feet kicked the ceiling of the car, heat rained over his face, splattering his cheeks and mouth and sliding down his temples into his hair. It was sick and dirty—and absolutely fantastic. When some of the breath had returned to his lungs he opened his eyes. Maxmillian Poole smirked down at him from between his spread thighs. "That's

Ethan flushed, aware of the thick streaks of cum drying on his face.

Immediately the blunt head of Max's cock pressed against him. A relentless pressure followed, nearly frightening in its determination. Ethan breathed shallowly as he sank down slowly on the other man. Max stretched him painfully but Ethan stared deeply into the other man's eyes and used that connection to get past the pain. It felt like he was sitting on a flagpole, but Ethan had never felt more possessed.

"Take what you want from me," he whispered into Max's mouth. "I'm yours. Use me, Max. Use my body." "I need to own you," Max choked out. Ethan groaned, his body afire with lust. "Then own it." A snarl tore from Max's throat. His hands shot to Ethan's hips and lifted him up, each inch of his cock pulling Ethan inside out. Then he slammed Ethan back down, eliciting a shocked cry from the blond.