Their Bounty Read online K.A. Merikan (Four Mercenaries #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Four Mercenaries Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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Clover nodded and closed his lips around the thick fingers to suck on them. These fingers had killed the man who’d taken Clover, threatened him, and had been ready to sell him like an object to be used. Clover would suck Tank’s cock even if he wasn’t as hot. Even if, to these men, he was to be an object, he’d be setting his own price, not allowing another to profit.

He could already imagine those fingers inside of him too, then Tank’s cock, his heavy, strong body on top. Clover loved the weight of a man on him. Sex was the only time he allowed himself to be brainless, and while Tank was a bit of a dick, he didn’t seem cruel. People who didn’t hide their darker side usually weren’t.

With a growl that sent a jolt of excitement down to Clover’s balls, Tank pushed his pants and underwear low enough to expose his cock. It wasn’t completely hard yet, so he gave it a couple of pumps, slamming his fist against the heavy-looking balls each time. There was something beyond beautiful in this moment of anticipation.

Clover’s eyes were glued to the cut dick, cockhead already thick and lickable, but he was a good boy and sucked on the fingers in his mouth. He moaned and let his gaze travel up Tank’s inked stomach, all the way up to Tank’s face. The intense brown eyes met Clover’s and Tank groaned, sliding the fingers back and forth between Clover’s lips.

“Will you be a good boy?” Tank asked, and the sound of his fist slapping against balls made Clover shudder and push closer, eager for a taste. The fingers left his mouth, almost instantly replaced by the cockhead, which moved up his tongue and tickled the back of his throat.

Clover blinked a few times and gave a nod, unable to contain the feelings Tank’s presence triggered in him. Not of affection, but of an unreasonable desire to submit to whatever Tank demanded. There was an unspoken promise that if he’d only do that, everything would end up fine. He would be taken care of.

Clover’s own cock was painfully hard, and he squeezed it through his jeans while sucking on Tank’s stiff dick. The fingers in his hair forced him forward, and Tank pushed his cock in farther.

“That’s good, boy. Suck harder.”

So Clover did, responding to the order as if he’d been trained to do so. Maybe because the order wasn’t a chore. From its base to the tip, Tank’s cock was thick, throbbing perfection which Clover couldn’t wait to have between his legs. Because he already knew they would go there.

Following the underside of the cock with his tongue, he looked up, meeting Tank’s gaze, which burned like hot coals that would soon consume him too. In this moment, Tank was his commander, and if he wanted Clover to suck while he made shallow thrusts, pulling his cockhead back and forth through the tight ring of lips, Clover would do as told. He complied when he was told to lick the tip, when he was ordered to suck harder. And when Tank decided he wanted to fuck his face, Clover had no choice but to relax and let it happen.

And he loved it.

His eyes watered as he gagged on the cock, feeling saliva drip down his chin. Tank’s intensity had Clover trembling, and he whimpered for more, because the chain cuffing his hands to his ankle kept him folded in two, without the chance to unzip his own jeans.

“I wanted to fuck your pretty face the moment I saw you,” Tank grunted, holding the back of Clover’s head with his meaty hand.

Just as Clover was getting used to the deepening penetration, Tank pushed him farther on the bed and straddled his face, holding it up at an uncomfortable angle to keep fucking Clover’s lips. The sudden change in position yanked at Clover’s cuffed joints, and he ended up having to lift one leg to accommodate the chain.

He had no idea how long Tank could keep going, but the man looked over thirty, so he could probably control himself better than the young guys Clover hooked up with most of the time. Clover couldn’t fight Tank’s superior strength even if he wanted to, so he allowed himself to relax, surrendering to the rough penetration that had his throat on fire. The cuffs dug into his flesh, his back ached from the unnatural position, but what counted now was Tank’s pleasure, so he tuned in to the thrusts and felt them with his entire body.

In. Out. In. Out. Tank had no mercy on his captive, huffing his pleasure, but then his dick pulled out, and Clover was left with an emptiness in his mouth, so aroused he wished to hump the nearest pillow.

“Enough of the foreplay, boy,” Tank whispered, and before Clover’s lust-soaked mind could consider what that meant, the mercenary rolled him over and forced his jeans all the way to his knees.


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