That damn smile was beautiful.
“Then fuck my throat.” She whispered.
I froze. My brain short-circuited. “No… I—”
Her nails dug into my thighs, sharp and deliberate.
“Fuck my throat like a good boy.”
And that was it.
Game over. Self-control? Obliterated. Cherry had unlocked a brand-new kink I didn’t know I would like—straight out of those filthy books she loves to read. My body was hers, every nerve screaming her name, and I was more than willing to obey.
My cock jerked, and I didn’t miss the flicker in her eyes—the moment she realised her words hit me. Got under my skin. Lit something raw and new between us.
“Do you like that?”
I let out a rough laugh. “Apparently so.”
I really fucking liked it.
She took me into her mouth again, pushing me to the back of her throat until she gagged just slightly. “Breathe through your nose, baby.”
I slid my fingers into her hair, not too rough—but firm enough to guide her. The feel of those silky strands between my fingers as she took me deeply nearly shattered me.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, the sound ripped straight from my chest as the head of my cock slipped into the tight heat of her throat.
She gripped my thighs, steadying herself, and I watched—utterly wrecked and obsessed at her like this. I started moving,slow at first, pulling her back and forth with a rhythm that had me clenching my jaw hard enough to crack something.
And when she hummed around me, I almost completely lost it, every muscle tightened, my spine bowed as I fought off the orgasm threatening to crash through me. I wasn’t ready for this to be done yet.
“You feel perfect, god knows what that sweet pussy’s gonna feel like.”
Her thighs clenched at my words—fuck, I noticed, and the image of her soaked and spread for me hit like a freight train. Her hand slid down and cupped my balls, giving a slow, teasing squeeze that made my head fall back.
Nope. Not gonna be a two-pump and dumper. Not with her. I’ll die before I let this end fast.
I yanked her away, looking down to see tears running down her face, spit trailing from her lips to my cock and fuck what a sight.
“You’re too fucking good at that, baby,” I grunted, swiping my thumb across her wet lips. “And I refuse to come down your throat before I’m buried inside you.”
Her smile was pure sin. “Such a good boy.”
Oh hell. She knew what that did to me. The little minx winked, and I couldn’t help the rough laugh that slipped out.
I bent down and pulled her into my arms, her fingers already tugging at my shirt like she was desperate to get it off. I helped, because let’s be honest—I am much taller than her and I didn’t want her struggling.
Once the shirt was gone, she hit me with those bright eyes, like I was something worth keeping. Like I was hers. And damn, that did a number on me.
I’m not as broad as Kieran or chiselled like Darian. I like my cupcakes too much, sue me. But I’ve got lean muscles, scars andink—and she didn’t hesitate. Her mouth trailed over my skin, right across the faded lines and tattoos.
I needed to see her. All of her.
I stepped back and tugged at the hem of her hoodie, giving her a look that said Don’t fight me on this. She didn’t. Her arms lifted, and I pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
Holy. Fuck.
She was bare underneath. No bra. Just soft, generous curves and pink nipples that perked under my stare. Her breasts were more than a handful, and I’ve got pretty big hands.
