10: Blake

Having Taylors ass against my erection was the best feeling to me and Adonis, my beast. He howled in my head for me to take her then and there. To claim her and mark her as mine. Oh how I yearned to see my mark against her neck and my cock thrusting in and out of her deliciously tight pussy. I groan and readjust my cock in my pants so it wasn't straining to painfully against my zip. I could feel pre-cum drop from the tip and smear against the fabric of my boxers, staining them in the creamy substance.

"Looks like someone needs a change of boxers. If you keep leaking like that it'll seep right through!" Adonis laughs at my predicament. If I could slap him silly I would.

"Stupid mutt" I mutter back to him as I make way to the boys lavatory.

I unbuckle my belt and drop my pants as soon as I see an available stall. I grip my pulsing cock and start stroking it as I think of white curly hair, tattoos that I bet cover every inch of her sexy body. Multicoloured eyes that shine with something enticing. And those pouty pink lips, lips that are made to be wrapped around me at a time like this. I lean my hand against the stall wall and stroke my cock faster and harder as I imagine her lips wrapped around me, sucking and licking up and down my hard shaft and gripping my balls, fondling them as I get close to orgasm. Grunting, I feel my cock spasm releasing white hot liquid into my hand, covering almost every inch of it as Adonis produces more images of my sexy little vixen. Cock still hard in hand, I groan and pull my pants back up before buckling the belt as someone else walks into the lavatory.

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"Boss, we've got a shipment at doc three, imported from Russia. Most likely the many pounds of ice you ordered from Draco Conan, mass drug dealer of his time" Levi says with a monotone voice. A smirk covers my face at the thought of the shipment from the docs. That container held more then just Ice in it, it held something much more important then that.

That specific container held jewels and riches beyond belief and recognition. The jewellery was worth millions of dollars if sold to the right person, and could take your breath away with a single glance. The pieces were so breath taking to look at and would make any sane man fight another to the death for those pieces. In the hands of the wrong person could cause consequences beyond repair.

There were many other precious things in that crate but the most precious of all were my mating cuffs. Cuffs encrusted with diamonds and made fully of the most beautiful gold man has ever layed eyes on. Swirls of silver leaves and flowers decorated the cuffs with my name engraved in a specific spot. They were a sight for sore eyes but we're only to bestowed upon one's mate. If one was chosen for the cuffs they can't get rid of them, they engrave into your skin and are not to be taken lightly. My mate would wear those cuffs for all eternity, even in the after life.

"See you in thirty", I slip my phone into the pocket of my slacks before standing up and buttoning the buttons on my suit. A smirk still covers my face as I walk through the halls of the mansion I recide in. Lorelie, my head maid, bows slightly and continues on with her work as I walk out of the foyer and to the awaiting car.

"Sir Ryder", Benjamin bows slightly as he opens the door to the running car, a smile marring his wrinkle skin and his eyes a light with something sinister but holding warmth in there blue depths.

"Benjamin" I nod, slipping into the back seat, grabbing my glock in the process and counting the many bullets sitting in there slots.

"To the docs on third and fifth avenue down town, Benjamin".