Page 38 of His Texas Claim

She pushed me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I sat, her hand never breaking rhythm.

"Sit," she said. "Since you're finally cooperating."

"Wasn't given much choice."

"That's the point."

She sank to her knees between my legs, water still dripping from her hair onto my thighs, and looked up at me for a second before doing anything else.

"Was this on the agenda?" I asked.

She didn’t respond; just dragged her tongue up my cock.

My brain went completely blank.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

“You teased me the other night,” she mumbled, her lips never leaving my cock. “I’m returning the favor.”

“You planned this.”

“Mmhm.”

“You’re evil.”

“And as I’m always saying…you like it,” she laughed.

Then she took me in completely, all the way to the back of her throat.

I fisted a hand in her wet hair, pulling just enough to let her know how good it felt. “Jesus, Bryn.”

She hummed around me, the vibration nearly making me fall back—but I wanted to look at her. She pulled back slow, tongue dragging the whole way, then sank down again, finding a rhythm that had my hips jerking before I could stop them.

“Good at this,” I groaned. “Shit⁠—”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” she said, eyes darting up as she stroked me. “Happens when you’re competitive.”

“This a competition?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the game?”

She pulled off just long enough to answer, hand moving with agonizing slowness. “You’re gonna last long enough to put a baby in me,” she said. “And I get to suck you off as long as I want.”

I clenched my jaw, tightened my grip on her hair. “Good lord, Bryn⁠—”

“Because you don’t want to come this way,” she said against me. “You want me here in this house, pregnant⁠—”

“You’re playin’ dirty.”

“Learned from the best." She took me back in her hand, stroking, deliberately slow now. "Say it, Stetson. Tell me you want to give me a baby."

"You know I do."

"Then don't waste it in my mouth."

Her pace increased.