He looks down at me with this slow, arrogant smirk, but it fades fast. His eyes go stormy and wild when I slap his length against my cheek, the weight of him leaving a red mark. Spence lets out a deep, animalistic sound and grabs my wrist, shoving my hand away. “Open that pretty mouth. Tongue out.”
I flutter my lashes and do as I'm told, tongue lolling. He wastes absolutely no time, smacking the swollen head against my tongue repeatedly, coating it with his precum. I just let him, eyes focused on his, tongue out, drooling for him. On the final slap, he lets it rest there, heavy and hot, and I shudder at the weight.
Spence rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, slow and deliberate. Then he raises a demanding brow at me.
“Suck.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip, lazy, teasing, savoring the taste of him. When his sleeves are up, he fists my hair and yanks, forcing me deeper. I clutch at his thick thighs to steady myself,moaning as I finally get to feel them—hard, solid muscle, perfect for grabbing while I deep throat him.
I knew it,I think, almost laughing around his girth.Of fucking course Spencer Stark, all thick thighs and ass, would be packing a fat dick for me to feast on.
Spence laces his hands behind my head, controlling me, dragging me down until I’m choking on him. His cock throbs at the back of my throat but I don’t gag—I just swallow around him then shake my head from side to side, making him groan.
My hands slide up, grab handfuls of his big ass, kneading the thick cheeks, pulling him even closer.
Ineedhim closer.
I don’t think it will ever be close enough.
Spence releases my head and I fall back, coughing, spit trailing from my lips. A fat drop of precum gleams on his tip and I lap it up, filthy and eager. He barks out a laugh, shaking his head.
“Jesus. You’re a real pro, aren’t you?”
I grin, breathless. “Not my first rodeo, Spencester. You have no idea how long I’ve been craving this. Cravingyou.”
“Fuck,” he growls, voice rough. He grabs my jaw, tilts my head up. “Get on that chair. Now.”
I glance at the buttery soft tan leather club chair in the corner. When I look back, Spence’s eyes are nearly pitch black.
“Ass up, Ryan.”
I don’t waste a second. Scrambling over, I climb onto the seat and arch my back, offering myself up exactly how he wants. My forehead rests on my arms, draped over the chair’s headrest, anticipation coiling in my gut.
Behind me, I hear the soft rustle of Spence peeling off his dress shirt, then the whisper of fabric as he folds it and places it carefully on the bed. I have to bite my lip not to laugh. SpencerStark: total control freak in everyday life. And, seemingly, absolute unhinged freak in the sack.
The contradiction does things to me.
A dull thump—something heavy hitting the floor. I risk a glance back over my shoulder and groan. Spence is standing there, completely naked, his cock jutting straight out, thick and proud, bouncing with every shift of his hips.
My eyes drop further, and I spot the pillow on the floor at the base of the chairfor his knees. My breath stutters. Spence plans on being down there for a while, and fuck, I’m more than good with that.
CRACK!
My head jerks as his palm lands on my ass, heat blooming through my right cheek. “Fuck. Yes, Daddy!”
Spence growls, then he soothes the sting, massaging the flesh, his voice low and commanding. “Turn back around.”
I obey, face burning, heart racing. I hear him pad across the room and then I hear the faucet in the bathroom running. When he returns, I jump slightly when I feel the wet warmth of a washcloth on my exposed hole. Spence takes his time cleaning the lube off me from having the plug in. I can’t see him, but I feel his eyes assessing me.
His hands roam over me—palming my ass, squeezing my thighs, tracing the lines of my lower back. I shiver when his lips press kisses to each cheek, then my thighs, then just above my ass. He’s everywhere, worshipful and greedy.
“These fucking back dimples drive me wild,” he murmurs, voice rough. “You and all your damn dimples. You know you drove me insane? Strutting around in next to nothing for months.” Another kiss, right into the hollow of each dimple. “It’s time to pay up, Ryan.”
I bury my face in my arms, rocking my forehead back and forth, barely managing, “Kay.”
I hear him drop to his knees, the hush of his skin meeting the pillow. His palms splay over my ass, then he spreads me wide, cool air ghosting over my hole.
Spence huffs, appreciative, and mutters, “You would have a pretty hole. Fucker.” I start to laugh but it fizzles into a gasp as his tongue hits me—hot, wet, relentless.
