“Holy fuck,” I groan, my head dropping back as sensation crashes through me.
It’s too much and yet not enough. A punishment disguised as mercy.
She pulls off me with a loud pop.
My eyes snap back to meet hers.
She grins, all smug mouth and trouble. “There you go. Or, if you want more, tell me what you want.”
Cunning little vixen. She’s making me beg for it. Making me pay for every filthy word I threw at her. Every time I pushed. Every time I made her admit what she wanted.
My hand slides into her hair, not rough, but firm enough to hold her close to the place she has been torturing for the past few minutes.
Her breath skates across my cock and my control nearly snaps.
“Suck my fucking cock, Sky,” I say, voice low. “Make me fucking come.”
Her eyes darken.
I tighten my fingers in her hair.
“You want me to beg? Fine. This is me begging. On my fucking knees without moving an inch, begging for your mouth. Begging for you to take me deep, suck me hard, and milk every last fucking drop my cock gives you.”
Her lips part.
My pulse pounds.
“Now open that pretty little mouth,” I say, brushing the head of my cock against her bottom lip, “before I lose what little fucking patience I have left.”
When she opens her mouth, I guide my cock inside slowly. Her lips stretch around me, and every decent thought I have left walks straight out of my head and throws itself into traffic.
A rough moan tears from me as she takes me deeper. My hand tightens in her hair, just to hold on to something before she ruins me completely.
I have dreamed about this.
About losing my mind while she looks up at me with those wicked eyes and that stubborn little mouth wrapped around my cock.
Fuck.
I close my eyes for one second and it nearly ends me.
Her tongue slides along the underside of my cock and the pressure of her mouth is a filthy kind of perfect. Tight enough to make my thighs tense. Warm enough to make my spine lock. Wet enough to make my brain go blank.
“Shit,” I breathe, the word breaking apart in my throat.
She sucks harder and my hips jerk forward before I can stop them. I hit the back of her throat.
She gags softly around me, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, her fingers dig into my thighs, drawing me deeper.
The sound that comes out of me is not pretty. It’s desperate. The sound a man makes when he has been starving and someone finally places the one thing he needs on his tongue.
I move slowly at first, rolling my hips into her mouth, dragging myself over her tongue, watching how she takes me. Every stroke is controlled. Every thrust is a fight I am losing, one breath at a time.
It all gets too much—the heat, the suction, and the wet drag of her mouth.
Something in me snaps. A low growl rips from my chest and my restraint goes with it.
“Fucking hell, Sky.”
