“Take that off,” I tell her.
Her gaze flicks back to mine.
“The shirt,” I say, because if she is going to stand there, staring at my hard cock, then I am sure as shit going to stare at her.
For a second, she looks as if she might argue, but she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over her head. Her hair lifts with it, messy and wild, before falling back around her shoulders and brushing over her tits.
Fuck. She is so beautiful it pisses me off a little. Beautiful in a way that breaks every rule and leaves a man standing there with his common sense in a body bag.
She drops the shirt beside my jeans, then looks down at me with that same dangerous expression. The one that says I am in trouble. The one that knows exactly where to put her hands to make it worse.
She deliberately runs her tongue along her bottom lip, leaving it wet and shiny.
A rough sound drags out of me before I can stop it. It’s pure, shameless, aching need. Because right now, all I can think about is her mouth on me, her hands on me, and the fact that this girl has me so fucked up that I would let her punish me and thank her for it.
Unable to stand it any longer, I reach down and wrap my hand around my throbbing cock.
“Come suck my cock,” I tell her.
Skylar looks up at me with a wicked little grin and there it is. That spark in her eyes tells me she wants to tease me just as much as I want to tease her.
But the problem is, I am already too far gone to be noble about it. I give myself a slow stroke, trying to take the edge off the ache building low and mean in my balls. It doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse.
She drops to her knees at the end of the bed and leans forward, all soft lips and sharp intentions.
I drag the head of my cock over her mouth, smearing precum across her bottom lip.
“Open,” I tell her.
Her eyes lift to mine. “Why?”
“Why the fuck do you think?”
She laughs softly. She knows exactly what she is doing to me and is enjoying every second of it.
“I don’t know,” she says, all innocent-like. “Why don’t you tell me?”
She lowers her mouth and slowly drags her tongue along the underside of my shaft.
A hiss tears through my teeth. “Fucking hell.”
She smirks because she knows she has me right where she wants me.
Hard.
Aching.
Cock throbbing.
Pride hanging by a thread as she kneels between my legs, looking far too pleased with herself while she watches me suffer through every second of not getting what I want. The worst part is, she looks fucking beautiful while doing it.
“Open,” I tell her again, dragging my cock against her wet lips.
This time she obeys.
Fuck me.
Her mouth closes around the tip, lips sealing tight, warm, wet, and perfect. She sucks with enough pressure to rip a broken sound from my chest.
