Jose's Surrender Remmy Duchene (i am malala young readers edition .TXT) 📖

What changes have you made?"

"I've been somewhat of a flake… I tend to be clumsy and most of all I say whatever pops into my mind—

most of the time they aren't the smartest of things. I didn't want you waking up one day and asking yourself why you're with me. I just—I want this to work."

Feeling particularly weak from the heat of José being so close, Ronin bowed his head and kissed José softly. "And so do I. It's been so long since I've been with someone, especially someone like you who keeps me young and has me laughing without even knowing it. Don't ever give up your happiness for mine."

"What if I think you're worth it?"

Ronin smiled, his eyes drifted closed, and he lowered his mouth to José's. "Then talk to me about it first.

Promise?"

"I promise."

* * * *

José inhaled deeply, feeling a mutual understanding had been reached between himself and Ronin. He loved the way they sealed their deal but he wanted more than just a kiss. Pulling his mouth back, he checked the time. It was

barely after lunch and Leroy wouldn't be home for another four hours. Smiling, he reached up and began unbuttoning Ronin's shirt. Their gazes locked and José was so turned on by just the look in Ronin's eyes, he gripped the sides of Ronin's shirt and pulled. When he could press his palms against the warmth of the man's chest, he moaned and caressed every bit of skin he could reach. He then used his mouth to plot the same course his hands did, only he stopped to snake his tongue over each of Ronin's pierced nipples.

"José…"

He hooked his teeth into the piercing and pulled gently before releasing the bud with a soft pop to graze his teeth over the sensitive head. Ronin tangled his fingers into José's hair and moved José's head to the next nipple. José showed it the same attention, teasing, torturing, loving the nipple until he felt Ronin shake violently. José didn't let up, he sucked at the nipple, bit at it until Ronin growled loudly and using his hair for leverage, pulling José's mouth away.

"That's the Ronin I remember," José whispered, closing the space between them. "Why are you holding back?"

He reached in and pinched Ronin's nipple with a smirk. He loved the way Ronin closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back exposing his beautiful neck. He licked

his lips and pounced, using his teeth to drag over the exposed skin of Ronin's neck. He sucked at the pulse and pulled his tongue along the length.

"I am in the mood, Ronin—for a little bad behavior," José whispered, easing a finger through the belt and pulling it away from the latch. "I want you to use my body in the most delicious ways. Can you do that for me?"

Ronin purred softly.

"Is that a yes?"

"Oh, baby," Ronin said, gripping José's hair and pulling his head back. He sucked the base of José's neck before tracing the length with his tongue then plunging it into José's mouth. He demanded José's kiss and when he received it, Ronin pulled back to suck his chin. "That's a hell yes. On your knees."

José slipped to the floor and finished undoing the belt holding Ronin's pants at his waist. Silently, with only the sounds outside the home and their heavy breathing as interruptions, José freed Ronin's dick, licking his lips at the perfectly rounded head before engulfing it with his mouth.

He moaned as hot pre-cum slipped onto his tongue. He sucked hungrily for more, closed his eyes, and fondled Ronin. He used his tongue to slide over the head of the penis, searching for more juices to taste. He wasn't disappointed.

Ronin's fingers found his hair and tangled there, trying to move his head faster. But José was in no hurry. He was going to take his time and enjoy every bit of Ronin's member that he could. When he pulled up for air, it was only to lick against the shaft and to dance Ronin's balls over his tongue before sucking them into his mouth. A low sound rumbled from Ronin's chest and José took that as a sign he was doing something right.

"José…"

José's reply was to turn Ronin around and press a hand against his lower back. When Ronin dipped forward, he spread Ronin's cheeks and plunged his tongue in. A growl escaped his chest at the taste that was familiar to him. He loved the heat of Ronin's body and the way it melted for only him. Sighing, José rubbed his palms up Ronin's hair-covered legs, up his thighs, and over the rounded half-moons of his ass cheeks.

"Come here," Ronin whispered, pulling away.

José accepted his hands and the help to rise to his feet. When they were face-to-face, Ronin cradled his cheeks and took his lips. José accepted the roughness of Ronin's tongue, the heaviness of his breathing, and the way Ronin's dick poked against José's.

"You did say you wanted some bad behavior."

Ronin's voice was husky.

"Yes."

"All right—bend over for daddy."

Smiling, José walked closer to the counter. Resting his elbows on it, he bent over and was rewarded by a spank.

He bit his lower lip and moaned. When another came, his eyes rolled into his head and a gasp escaped his throat just as Ronin's free hand snaked up his back and around to tweak his nipple. José fought to keep his hands where they were. He laced his fingers together tightly and shoved his ass out for more. Ronin gave him what he craved—a spanking he knew would leave his cheeks red but his cock standing at attention and dripping pre-cum to the floor below him.

"Ronin—shit!"

Ronin was caressing his cheeks, soothing the skin.

He dropped kisses there, licking and sucking at the flesh before his tongue snaked between.

* * * *

Ronin had taken a chance. He didn't know if José liked to be spanked but the