“Not even a little.”
Air hits my erect cock, cool in contrast to the fire roaring through my veins. She hasn’t even touched me yet—reallytouched me—and I’m already halfway gone, every muscle wound tight like a live wire.
Annabelle hums low in her throat. Licks her lips as if she were a lioness about to devour her prey. When she smiles, it’s slow and calculating; she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and the minxlikesit.
My knee does a bounce up and down as I wait, impatiently.
Suck it,I want to say.
Put your mouth on it ...
“Patience, husband,” she says, dragging the word out like honey. “Science takes time.”
I swear, if she just sits before me and stares at it, I’m going to explode anyway from the intensity of her gaze, the soft pink tongue peeking out her mouth, the sparkle in her eyes.
“Mmm,” she moans, fingers finally gripping my shaft and stroking it up and down.
Up . . .
Down . . .
My head hits the back of the couch. As much as I want to watch, I want tofeel. Hands grip the couch, wanting to fist something but unable to reach her hair.
My knuckles whiten against the cushions, every muscle in my body strung tight.
Her lips ghost along the inside of my thigh, breath hot, fingers never stopping their rhythm. I look down and catch her watching me. This is just as much about whatIdo as what she’s doing.
The eye contact is lethal.
I reach down, finally able to thread my hands through her hair. Her head tilts into the touch, a low hum vibrating against my skin as she presses her mouth to me.
“You’re so sexy,” I breathe as her heat envelops my cock. I can’t remove my eyes as her head bobs up and down, up and down, sucking ...
Sucking.
She knows every reaction she’s pulling from me, and she’s chasing each one down with wicked purpose. Every soft sound she makes, every glance she flicks up at me, are gasoline on a fire that’s already blazing out of control.
“Annabelle ...” I beg, with her name on my lips like a warning and a plea.
I’m not sure if I want her to slow down or never stop.
I hate losing control.
But her mouth ... the heat ... how deep I am in her throat.
“Oh sh-shit, you’re so fucking good at this.” My heart pounds. “You trying to ruin me?”
She nods around my dick. Her rhythm quickens; her touch is unrelenting, and I’m spiraling—fast. My hands tighten in her hair and I push her head down, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts as the pressure coils tighter and tighter.
I’m gonna come.
I’m gonna come . . .
“Annabelle—” I choke out, warning her with my tone.
And then I’m gone.
Hips jerk.
