Insatiable Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 2)

NEVER IN MY wildest fuck fantasies could I have imagined that catching a burglar trying to break into my house would make my dick hard. But when the criminal in question was a feisty blond whose pink lips peeked through his black ski mask, apparently all worry about property loss took second place to getting my hands on him.

Jesus, Rafferty had really zeroed in on a scene that let me play to the possessive way I’d been feeling about Donovan. I ran my eyes down his fitted black shirt and black pants that were doing jack shit to hide his erection.

I held him against the column, pinning him in place with the crowbar as I did my best to fight back the urge to end the scene and just tear his fucking clothes off. Once I finally got myself under some kind of control, I cocked my head and slowly drew the tip of the flat chisel end of the bar down the center of his body.

Donovan’s chest rose and fell as the metal tool moved further down his torso, and when I reached the distinct outline of his cock, I traced the edge of it down the underside of his shaft.

“Hmm, this is supposed to be a punishment. Not something you derive pleasure from.” When I reached the crotch of his pants and slid the end of the crowbar between his legs, Donovan sucked in a breath. “But it seems you’re a deviant in all the ways.”

“You don’t know shit.”

The aggressive response was so unlike Donovan, but so fucking hot that I tightened my hand around the bar. Then I took a step closer and pushed it against his balls.

“Say that again,” I dared him, my words a whisper across his shit-talking lips.

Donovan’s eyes flared, and it was a fucking trip to see so little of his face. But what I could see told me everything I needed to know.

He was totally getting off on this. His pupils were blown, the expression in them daring me to keep pushing with this act, and the stubborn tilt of his chin signaled he wasn’t about to go down without a fight.

Fuck yeah, bring it on.

“You don’t know shit.” He all but spat the last word at me, and my lips quirked as I straightened to my full height.

I pulled the bar from between his legs and turned it in my hand, and when Donovan’s eyes flicked to the clawed end moving toward his body, he swallowed.

“I know when to shut up,” I told him, hooking the end of his shirt with the tool and dragging it up his body. “Something you clearly haven’t learned the art of. Don’t you understand? I’m the one in control now, not you.”

I stopped when I had his shirt up between his pecs, showing off the cut lines of his abs.

“Undo your pants.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

I shook my head, narrowing my eyes on Donovan.

“I told you, no one fucks me. But you have a choice tonight. Me or…” I applied a little more pressure to the bar at his chest, and Donovan’s eyes widened. “Ah, yes, now you see how much trouble you’re in.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Donovan said, and went to move off the porch, but as he took a step forward, I threw the crowbar to the concrete. It landed with a loud clang as I reached for his shirt.

I hauled Donovan in hard and fast, making him stumble, vaguely aware of a siren going off in the background—or maybe that was a warning sign to my crazed, horny side that I was pushing this to the extreme. But I didn’t care. I was in this now, and so was he. I could see it in the heated glare he aimed up at me as I bit down on his lip and growled, “Wouldn’t I?”

Quick as a flash, I whipped the end of his shirt over his head, effectively removing it and locking his arms in place.

Donovan gasped, completely caught off guard as a feral grin curled my lips. Then I walked up on the porch, forcing him to step back once, twice, all the way until his back—and arms—hit the wall.

“I told you, you’re going to pay for your crimes tonight with your body, and if you aren’t going to give it to me, then I’m going to take it.”

I pinned him to the wall with one hand at his neck as I reached for the button of his pants and flicked it open. Donovan’s eyes screamed fuck you, but the hard cock I revealed when I pulled down his zipper said fuck me—and I was more than willing.

I yanked his pants down his hips and under that tight, round ass, and when he was standing against the wall with most of his face covered, arms bound, and his torso and dick bare, a wild, untamed sound bubbled up out of me.

Holy shit. Donovan was every depraved sex dream I’d ever had, and I stepped back and took a nice, long look at him.

“You’re an animal,” he said, doing his best to appear horrified even as pre-cum dripped down his hard length.

“The way I’m feeling right now”—I reached up and pulled off my hair tie, and as my hair fell down around my shoulders, Donovan bit into his lip—“you’re not fucking wrong.”

I tore open my jeans, and when I grabbed hold of my cock to pull it free, I heard a faint moan. I stroked from base to tip and squeezed, spreading pre-cum across the wide head.

“I don’t need a crowbar to punish you tonight. My dick is gonna do that for me.”

I walked back to where Donovan stood, grabbed hold of his arm, and pulled him off the wall, then I spun him around and muscled him forward until his ski-masked cheek was kissing the brick. His pants fell to his ankles then, and, wanting to see his full naked back, I tugged the shirt off his arms and tossed it to the ground.

Hell fucking yes. Now that was a dirty visual. One that would no doubt be seared into my memory for the rest of my life.

I gave several rough strokes to my dick as it pulsed in my hand, impatient to get back inside that tight, fuckable bottom. Then, unable to wait any longer, I strode over to Donovan.

“Don’t even think about touching me,” he warned.

“Too late.”

“I’ll scream if you do.”

“Be my guest.” I trailed my fingers down the smooth line of Donovan’s back to his tailbone, dipping my finger between his cheeks. Then I lowered my head until my lips were by his covered ear. “I think I’d like that.”

He groaned as I grazed a fingertip over his hole.

“Ah—stop. Don’t.” Donovan tried a last-ditch effort as I pushed it inside him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I slid my finger in and out of him, making sure to add a second then a third, and those cries of protest quickly morphed into moans.

“I’m teaching you a lesson.” I pulled my fingers free and grabbed one of Donovan’s plump ass cheeks, spreading him wide. His hole glistened at me, begging me to enter no matter what its owner said, as I took hold of my cock and lined myself up.

“You want to break and enter my house? Then I’m going to break and enter you.”

I plowed forward, entering Donovan in a way that not many could take, and even with his experience and the fact that he could take me, that initial thrust only got me halfway in.

A loud shout tore from his throat as I stopped to grab his other hip. As I let him get used to my intrusion, Donovan brought his hands up to brace himself against the brick wall. He shifted his feet back so he could bend over a little and angle his body, and when that delicious ass clenched around me, I dug my fingers in and thrust further inside.

A muffled “Fuck” left my sexy burglar as I managed to get in a good eight inches, then I slowly pulled out until I found his sweet spot.

Donovan moaned, the sound part pleasure part unease. The width of my dick was something anybody would have to get used to. But when he pulled forward, dragging himself off me before shoving back, I knew he was good to go.

“I knew you were a fucking deviant. You wanted to get caught, didn’t you?”

Donovan whipped his head around, his eyes shooting daggers that made me grip his hips harder.

“Not by you.”

“Liar.” I bucked forward, impaling him in a way that had him crying out and moving up on his toes. A raspy chuckle left me as I looked down to watch my cock slowly withdraw, stretching his hole. Then my eyes caught on the small birthmark I’d noticed last week.

“Now what do we have here?” I slid my dick up between his cheeks until they were hugging me, then reached out to trace my finger around the little heart on the underside of his ass. “Isn’t this cute.”

A shiver racked Donovan’s body as I did it again, then I leaned down over him and bit at his shoulder.

“Guess I’ll be breaking your heart and your ass tonight.”

Donovan whimpered as I straightened up, pulled his cheeks apart, then powered on home. His ass was a tight, hot cavern I could get lost inside, and I began to drill into him rough and hard, giving him the punishment I had so boldly claimed I would deliver.

I gritted my teeth as I thrust my hips, flexing my muscles every time I hauled Donovan back on me. The sounds coming from him were nothing but moans of pleasure now, as the pretense of not wanting this pounding disappeared into the night.

I could hear the faint noise of traffic just outside the courtyard, smell the sweet scent of white gardenias, and as it mixed with the moisture in the air and thunder rumbled throughout the darkened sky, several drops of rain began to fall.

I tensed. The water added a new and unexpected element to one of the most mind-blowing encounters of my life. Everything about the moment only heightened my awareness of Donovan, me, us, and the way our bodies were so in tune with one another. I picked up my pace and reached around his body to take hold of his dick.

Donovan moaned again, the sound so sexy I almost came as I stroked his cock with his sticky arousal.

“Still want to tell me you don’t want this?”

He turned his covered head my way. The rain came down harder, making my hair stick to my neck and face, and when he caught sight of it, he licked his lips and shoved back. His ass swallowed me almost to the hilt. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

My goddamn pleasure.

With a hand at his hip, I pulled him onto me. Donovan pushed back, taking me deep, and I had to wonder—who was fucking whom in that moment?

I worked his cock good and hard, and the needy sounds leaving both him and me began to override the pelting rain as we neared the edge of our control and sanity. I pegged that sensitive bundle of nerves, making him shout louder than the thunder in the sky, then rammed him one more time and watched in awe as Donovan painted the red brick with white, ropy jets of his cum.

Jesus, that was hot. So fucking hot.

I pulled out of him and smoothed a hand up his wet back where the rain was running in rivulets down to his stretched hole. Then I couldn’t help but slip my hand up under the back of his ski mask and twist my fingers in his hair.

I tugged him off the wall, tilting his head back as I began to stroke my cock, and when I bumped up against his well-used ass, I said, “Maybe I should take this off, find out who my sexy masked man is?”

Donovan immediately moved his hands to the mask, holding it in place, knowing exactly the role he was playing as I got off against him.

“No. You already got what you wanted.”

I licked a path over his shoulder, my balls tightening. “Not yet I didn’t.”

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and began to feverishly jack myself off as the rain poured down over the two of us. As my orgasm barreled down my spine and my balls tightened, I spun Donovan around and shoved him to the ground, where I exploded in a white-hot rush all over his masked face.

My chest heaved as I stared down at Donovan. My wet hair fell forward as I studied the man kneeling at my feet, his ski mask and chest covered in my cum, his dick sticky from his own release—and goddamn, I think I fell in love a little as I delivered my final line.

“Now I got what I wanted.”