Page 90 of The One Who Saw Her: Boone

She slid forward even further on the chair, arching her back, and caught her reflection in the window—her boobs looked a whole size bigger when propped in leather and ties, taking her to a full C cup, where it pressed against the corset's lacing. She felt a fresh wave of boldness roll through her.

She took him by the hips and tugged him until she was a lick away from his erection.

"What are you doing?" His voice dropped an octave.

"It involves my mouth, your dick, and a lot of fuck yeahs."

His hands slid into her hair and then tightened, fingers curling into a fist until it stung.

She smiled up at him. "What are you doing, Cowboy?"

"I guess it involves your mouth, my dick, and a lot of fuck yeahs." His eyes were dark, his grip relentless, and there was something behind his expression that had nothing to do with patience.

"Good." She dragged her hands down the ridges of his stomach, watching every muscle jump for her like they’d been tazed. By the time she reached that wicked trail of dark hair leading south, she switched to nails—dragging lower with a confident slowness until her knuckles brushed the smooth crown of his penis.

Boone's breath punched out. "Fuck, Boots."

"Let’s save the dirty talk for when I'm actually riding you."

She watched his nothing-gets-to-me composure crumble like it had been constructed from wet toilet paper. His eyes tracked her mouth, which was so close to the crown of him she could taste his reaction. And when his gaze dropped to the open V of her thighs and stayed—she went instantly slick.

He moved fast—one arm shooting back to drag the side table toward him, dropping his bare ass atop it. Then his foot hooked around the chair leg and yanked her forward until her lips crashed into his dick.

"Now." His voice was all tossed gravel and simmering heat, his grip in her hair tightening until she felt it in her spine. "About your mouth, my dick, and all those fuck yeahs."

"Hold on tight, Cowboy." She met his eyes. "This is going to be a hell of a lot longer than eight seconds."

"Not with you looking at me like that."

She blinked up at him through her lashes. "Like what?"

"Like you're going to swallow me whole."

"I'm going to swallow you until I gag."

Without warning, she palmed his ass with one hand, the other guided him into her mouth, and as promised, she took him in one hard, devastating swallow.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head dropping back on his shoulders.

"Not good enough." She pulled back just enough to speak, lips still stretched around the crown. “I want a fuck yeah."

Then she took her time, licking, savoring the tip, teasing lower and lower, but never fully swallowing him again. She knew she was driving him out of his mind because his grip in her hair tightened until her eyes watered. She loved it.

Hard thrust, feather-light release. Hard thrust, barely-there tease. She kept the rhythm merciless, and soon his hips were bucking into her mouth, chasing what she kept just barely out of reach.

She hummed low, the vibration made him swear. She was in command here, and the sight of him—Boone, unshakeable, self-possessed Boone—surrendering to her pace sent power crackling through her like a live wire.

She pulled back with a loud pop. "You ready for that fuck yeah?"

He could only nod. Eyes half-lidded, wet hair wild where he'd dragged a hand through it, sweat beaded at his forehead and chest. Every vein in his neck stood out like rope. He was barely holding on, and the fact that she had done that—that she had taken him there—made her feel like she could burn the whole room down.

She leaned in, her breath ghosting over him, and let her palm land against his ass with a sharp smack.

He groaned, raw and urgent, and it made her grin. He was completely at her mercy, caught in the storm she was slowly building.

She took him deep again, and again, felt him begin to coil and harden—then grabbed his balls and squeezed, just enough for a bite of pain, and with a final thrust that made her eyes water. She took him so deep he detonated.

"Fuck yeah!" he roared, his head dropping all the way back until the veins in his neck stood out.