Page 78 of Property of Yak

I know what he wants. He likes to make me say words I wouldn’t normally say. Usually, I make him work for it, but right now, his cock is glistening in the moonlight in front of me like the world’s best treat, and I want it so bad.

“I want you to lick my pussy while I shower your cock with my affection,” I answer.

His cock jerks at my words.

“Fuck, you sound so innocent, and it makes me want to protect the hell out of you, but at the same time I want to taint you until all you know is me.” He sounds almost wounded as he groans out the words.

I don’t reply to him. Instead, I take his cock and slide it into my mouth until I gag.

He lets out another curse word before he grips my hips, pulling me back onto his face. His cock slips from my mouth as he begins to lick me with abandon.

I moan at the sensation before I grip his cock and slide back down on it.

Yak isn’t small. He’s bigger than any I’ve ever had before, at least. I never realized I had a gag reflex until I tried shoving him down my throat. Remembering a tip I learned from a magazine when I was a teen, I breathe through my nose and push down farther.

“Fuck, your throat is squeezing me,” he yells out. “It feels like heaven.”

I swallow hard before pulling back, desperate for some air. He takes the break to amp up his efforts on me. He slides two fingers inside of me, fingering me hard. I’m on the edge of coming, his cock in my mouth, when he stops. I almost pull off to yell at him, but then he slides both fingers into my ass, making it burn.

“Jameson, what the heck?” I hiss at him.

“Shh. It’ll only hurt for a minute. Trust me.”

Lord knows why, but I do trust him. I go back to sucking him, trying not to focus on the burning. He continues to lick my clit, bringing me back to the brink of pleasure before moving his fingers again. After a few minutes, the sensation is less burning and more pleasurable.

My own excitement about this new development has me sucking him harder. I pick up my pace, needing him to come because I am on the cusp of doing the same.

When I finally come, I swallow hard several times around his cock, the hum of my orgasm muffled by how full my mouth is.

I hear him groan, then feel heat hit the back of my throat, making me gag. I can’t pull away, though. My legs are shaking, and my arms have already given out.

It’s not until he pulls me from him that I am able to catch a full breath. He moves my body until I am tucked back in his side, his cock safely tucked inside of me once more.

My eyes flutter closed as he kisses me.

“Rest, Angel.”

Yak

My mind is still on Julie as I make my way to his office.

Predator has been the IT guy for the club since before they patched over. He was one of the original members who kept their role simply because no one else can do what he does. It’s an important position in the club, which is what makes this so risky.

He was part of the club that Aragon wants to bring back. The one with no morals or rules. He could pass along this information to Aragon. Make me more of a target than I already am.

It could make things worse for Julie.

That’s why I’m really hesitating. The things I do no longer only have consequences for myself. I have someone else to consider.

Pushing my thoughts to the side, I knock on the door. Predator answers, looking suspicious.

“Can I help you?”

“You can actually. Are you going to invite me in?” I quirk a brow.

He’s looking at me from head to toe before stepping back.

This is the first time I’ve been in his office. It’s filled with screens and gadgets. It looks like a nerd’s wet dream.