Lex (Unexpected, #5)

by Cora Rose

The drama in this place can be fucking nuts. Who knew old people acted like crazed teenagers?

I’d rather people not be so polite while we’re getting down to business. He looks like the type to thank someone after sex.

If he was literally anyone else, I’d lick him from dick to lips right here in his stuffy office.

My dick looks like Mt. Rainier through all that fabric. Maybe Lex will scale it with his pierced tongue.

In theory, it’s disgusting, all the germs and spit being exchanged,

“Come with me,” he says, grabbing onto my straining, leaking dick and walking me into his room like a dog. I nip and pant at his heels because he’s using my cock as a leash and I’m desperate for whatever lesson he has in store for me.

Jesus, Diablo is a greedy, impatient fucker. He needs someone to spank him into submission, make him beg a little, and help him shut that smart mouth of his.

I give it so good, I actually won an award once. I’d made it myself, but still. It counts.

The old lawyer that Brenda entrusted with her estate looks to be about three thousand years old. His skin has the constitution of wax paper,

William looks around the dark space. “Yes, it’s a bit vampiric, isn’t it.” “More like a creepy necromancer. I guarantee you that man is older than he looks. He probably brought himself back from the dead,”