Chapter 87

“I gave you an order,” Ali snarled. He pulled on Yazid’s hair until he began to sink back to the floor. “I told you to suck me off and swallow it—so get back to work.”

Yazid grinned, and this time as he relaxed his jaw and took—slowly—every possible inch of that fuck-ready cock, he maintained eye contact, and under Ali’s hazy, lust-blown gaze, pushed his hands into his own jeans and drew out his equally fuck-ready erection.

“I didn’t say you could play with that,” Ali breathed heavily, and Yazid pulled off with an obscene sound.

“So why don’t you play with it?”

“When you’ve done your damn job, I might.”

Yazid very deliberately ran both palms flat up Ali’s calves to his knees, leaned forward, and did his damn job.16thMarch 2015