Will & Patrick Meet the Mob Quotes

“I just heard from your father. There has been a sea-change from the top in the Molinaro family. You and Patrick can get a divorce!”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Tony leans against the doorjamb, his dark hair standing up everywhere, wearing low-slung track pants and no shirt. Patrick rolls his eyes, annoyed to now know that this is where Will gets his sexy chest hair from.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“He lifts his hand in a cheery wave. “Molinaro men, huh?” he says. “Irresistible.” Kimberly”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Will whimpers, reaching back to grip the taut flesh of Patrick’s hip and hold him inside his still clenching body. “Baby, don’t leave me.” Patrick”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“It’s lubed, but it’ll still be rough,” Patrick warns. “Okay.” Will’s breath hitches in excitement. It is rough, and his hole burns at Patrick’s initial press in. Patrick pulls almost all the way back out immediately, spitting a gob of saliva onto his cock before pressing back in, then pulling out and doing it again.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Are you gonna spank me?” “Yes.” He squirms and pushes his face against the hard line of Patrick’s cock. “And then fuck me?” Patrick hisses. “Yes.” A”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Until then, I’ve had enough.” Tony’s eyes gleam with pride as Will throws his napkin on the table, rises, and puts his hand out to Patrick. His grip is firm as he pulls Patrick from his seat. “Come on, baby. We’re done here.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Dinner with Tony and Eleanora at the Meadowlands plays out like a Woody Allen film Patrick can’t look away from despite the criminality of the director.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“I’m glad we happened to each other.” Patrick’s eyes go dark and hot. “Me too.” Will”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Pausing for a breath, he uses his hand to keep Patrick right up at the edge before shoving Patrick’s cock back in his mouth, lapping at the leaking head and sucking deep into his throat. Patrick growls, his deep voice vibrating in the back of Will’s head like an urgent, needy buzz, and humps his mouth in frustration. “Stop teasing.” Will hums and taps Patrick’s squeezing hole in rhythm to his slurps. He’s happy with Patrick’s cock in his mouth, but the low hum that starts in his veins, an emptiness he recognizes as his blood sugar dropping, means he needs to have dinner soon. So he stops teasing and reaches for the open bottle of juice on the coffee table. He takes a few swigs, and then starts sucking just the way Patrick likes best: pulling his entire shaft in, then sliding up with a long, wet drag before diving down again. “Puddin’-pop,” Patrick grits out. “Yeah, yeah—like that.” A spurt of liquid hits his tongue, and Will pulls back to lick at the slit. Patrick’s cock thrums against his palm, rigid and throbbing. “Tastes good,” Will murmurs and then swoops down again. “Ungh,” Patrick grunts, tugging Will’s hair. “Get me off.” Will hollows his cheeks, sucks back up, and uses his hand to jerk the base of Patrick’s cock as he works. “Yes, yeah.” Patrick arches his hips up and his stomach tenses as he clenches Will’s hair in his fists. “Suck it.” Will slurps hard and steady while Patrick whispers filthy things and struggles to get there or hold back, thighs clenching and stomach quivering. “Gonna come,” Patrick groans. Will gets ready to swallow, and Patrick’s thighs jump and his asshole pulses against Will’s finger. “Fuck!” Patrick curls up, his hips bucking, and his cock shoves deep into Will’s throat. Choking, tangy spurts of come fill Will’s mouth, but he swallows all of it down while Patrick shakes and curses, tugging hard against Will’s hair. “Stop, stop,” Patrick whines, holding Will down on his dick despite his words. “Too much. Stop.” Will lets Patrick’s cock twitch in his mouth until Patrick loosens his grip, and then he pulls off with a wet, sweet slurp. Patrick falls back to the sofa, panting and rolling his head limply back and forth. Sweat shines on his forehead and in the notch at the base of his neck. He’s trembling all over, and Will beams up at him, his own cock throbbing against the placket of his jeans. “Good?” “A+ cock sucking,” Patrick whimpers. “Wins all the awards.” “I know.” “Mmm.” Will”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Patrick curses, takes a gulping, steadying breath, and drags Will’s mouth back down his dick again. Salty precome slides against Will’s tongue, and saliva floods his mouth. He lets it slip around his lips, getting Patrick’s cock wet, making it sloppy. Will’s”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“with Patrick he’s putting in plenty of time on his knees. Pride rushes in him like the pulse of blood in Patrick’s cock against his tongue: strong, steady, and surging—pulling him up into a place higher than he was before. He glances up to see the effect of his work. Patrick’s eyes are rolled back in his head, and his stomach tenses and releases in rhythm with Will’s sucks. His head rolls gently against the back of the sofa and he groans softly. His hands tighten in Will’s hair, and he pulls Will up and off his cock. Will grins at the slick pop and Patrick’s curse as he squirms against the couch.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“If you don’t? Well, I’m no longer inclined to believe the marriage’s failure will be your fault.” “Why’s that?” “Because you’re in love with him.” Patrick”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Patrick’s good to me. As a friend, as a husband, and, yes, as a lover.” “I”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“But I’m not a damsel in distress either.” Patrick’s lips quirk up. “No, you just like to play one in sexy, kinky scenes.” Will”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“I’ll never get tired of fucking you.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Do you think sex will be even dirtier once we’re divorced?” Patrick looks up from contemplating the chessboard. “Are you planning on sleeping with me after we’re divorced?” Will’s ears burn. “Would we have to stop?” Patrick”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“But Patrick smells good, and he feels right, and keeping him happy and safe is something Will wants too.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“So that was Tony Molinaro,” Patrick murmurs. “He’s an insane asshole but, holy hotness, his face isn’t.” Will almost chokes on his own tongue. “You think my dad’s hot?” “Obviously.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob

“Patrick squeezes his eyes shut and braces himself for the end. Death by Molinaro goon. No, not a goon. Will’s father.”
― Leta Blake, Will & Patrick Meet the Mob