Free Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) by Hayley Faiman Page A

yeah,” I whisper.
    “Also means I’m in control,” he grunts as he unbuttons his pants and lifts as he pulls them down over his hips.
    I sink to my knees and take his boots and socks off before I pull his jeans and boxers down. I watch as he removes his vest and his shirt.
    “Put my cut on your chair, yeah?” he says.
    “Cut?” I ask, taking his leather vest from him as I stand.
    “This is my cut. It shows my rank in the club, and it’s a piece of my brotherhood,” he murmurs as I set it down and then return to my spot between his legs.
    “I thought it was just a riding vest,” I mutter.
    “My sweet princess,” he chuckles as his hand slides through the side of my hair and his fingers tangle in the strands. Then he tips my head back so that my eyes are on his.
    “You’re in control,” I murmur.
    “I am, of you, of your orgasms, and of your body.”
    I try to suppress the shiver that rolls through me, but I can’t stop it—neither can I stop my nipples from pebbling into hard points.
    “I wasn’t just warning you that I was going to ruin you. It was a promise, Hattie,” he murmurs.
    “I think I should be scared,” I say.
    “Yeah, you should.”
    “But I’m not. Control me, take me, and ruin me,” I practically beg, pressing my thighs together at my place on the floor.
    “Strip. Then you’re gonna suck my cock until I’m about to come, but my cum won’t be on your tits this time, I’m going to paint that gorgeous face with it,” he says. I try not to scrunch my nose at the talk of his cum on my face.
    “It’ll be beautiful,” he murmurs.
    He’s looking down at me almost tenderly, and I think: to him , it will be gorgeous, even if it isn’t something I think of as necessarily attractive or appealing. It’ll make him happy, and it’s something I can deal with, especially if he looks at me the way he is right now afterward.
    I take all of my clothes off, leaving them on the floor next to me before I wrap his hard length in my hand and lean forward, kissing the tip of his dick. I hear him moan and I look up at him before I take the head in my mouth.
    “Such a pretty girl,” he rasps. “Take as much of me as you can, Hattie.”
    I open my mouth wide and envelope him, taking him as far down my throat as I can, which isn’t all that far. He curses above me and buries his hands in my hair, pulling my neck back a little more before he slowly pushes a bit farther down my throat as he stands.
    “Breathe through your nose,” he mumbles, his eyes focused on mine.
    I try to relax, calm myself, and do as he instructs—breathe through my nose. Johnny slips further down, and I can take him. I relax as much as I can. With his eyes on mine, his chocolate irises focused completely on me, soft and gentle, I feel like I can take on the world.
    “Put your hands behind your back, princess,” he gently orders. I do it, happily.
    “Oh, fuck , you’re so fuckin’ pretty right now,” he groans as he thrusts his hips a little faster in and out of my mouth, careful not to go any further than I can take.
    I feel his dick harden even more and then he pulls himself out of my mouth and uses his hand to stroke himself before I feel the first spurt of his cum hit my cheek. I flinch every time a stream lands on my face, but when I open my eyes, I see the way Johnny is looking down on me. It’s with that same softness from moments ago, yet there’s heat mixed in there, and a little awe.
    I don’t move, or even speak, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. Then he lifts his hand and trails his fingers from the top of his cum, down to my chin. Repeating the move until my entire face is covered in his release.
    “Gorgeous,” he finally murmurs. “Now come up here and I’ll reward you.”
    I watch as he lies down on my hot pink sheets. I smile at the sight of him and all of his black tattoos against my extremely feminine bedding. He shouldn’t look as good as he does there, he shouldn’t look like