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With both hands I grabbed her hips, afraid if she kept going that I was going to embarrass the hell out of myself and just cum in my briefs. My hands held her still while she looked up at me, daring me, her eyes sparkling playfully.
“You know you’re gonna have to quit that job, right?” I told her as I lifted her light, flowy shirt up over her head, leaving her in a black and red lacey bra which made my mouth water.
This girl—no, this fucking woman—who, six months ago was shy, introverted, and angelic, is standing here and looking up at me with love and lust and sex in her eyes like a vixen.
“The job earns me money,” she challenged as I moved my hands to the button on her jeans, just standing and allowing me to address her like I was her personal slave.
“You don’t need money,” I threw back as the zipper came down, exposing matching lace. My eyes looked up at hers, and she flashed me the most beautiful, sexy smile I’d ever seen. “I’ll give you money,” I continued, this time, my voice cracking a little as I took in the woman in front of me.
She was unashamed. She was proud. She was fucking mine.
“My turn,” she whispered, pushing me back so that my knees hit the bed, and I sat down. My heart was already in my fucking throat, but as she dropped to her knees, I started to realize she thought she was winning this. She thought she was finally in control. Thought she would distract me. Make my mind wander so I wouldn’t force her to quit this stupid job.
Meyah needed to focus on study. She didn’t need to be working fucking nights in some God-knows-fucking-what place, serving drinks to guys who would kill to get in her pants.
She was fucking mine.
Just like every other man in this clubhouse, I look after what’s mine.
And while it wouldn’t hurt for her to have a few moments where she felt like she had control, then I would show her why she didn’t.
Her soft, gentle hands pulled at my briefs, tugging them down my thighs and tossing them over her shoulder. My cock was already standing at attention, waiting for her, thick and rock fucking hard. The instant she wrapped her fingers around it, I couldn’t stop the groan that left my mouth. I leaned back, bracing my hands behind me, not caring it stretched my injury because right at that moment, the pleasure was so much fucking worth the pain.
Her eyes looked up at me as she slowly ran her hand up and down, pulling at it gently, rolling her hand over the head before moving back down. Felt like fucking heaven, I was already floating on a damn cloud.
Then she leaned in, her hand tightening as she swirled her tongue around the top.
I flinched, sitting up straight, my hand reaching for her hair, grabbing it in one of my fists. I was gonna fucking lose my shit before she could even put it in her mouth. I needed to take this slow. This was what fucking almost three months without her had done to me. Just one look from those creamy chocolate eyes, and I was fighting not to blow my load.
Her mouth fell open, and she looked up at me as I tried to breathe.
“Slow,” I demanded. The order harsh, but the only thing I could get out right now without flipping her onto her back and pounding my cock inside her.
She wanted to feel powerful, I wanted to give her that moment.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered in delight, knowing that would hit its mark.
“When did you turn into this sexy, teasing little minx?” I asked as she ran her tongue up the underside of my dick and then took the head in her mouth, all while looking me in the eye.
She released it with a pop and smiled. “Since I realized how good it felt to tease you as much as you tease me.” Her mouth covered me again, this time slipping down over half my length before she pulled back. I was trying not to direct her or thrust my hips up into her mouth, but damn she felt fucking good.
“You know you’re gonna pay for this soon,” I rasped as she went down again, her hand moving up and down with her mouth as she sucked hard.
When she finally let it pop out, she smirked. “I’m counting on it.”
The woman was fucking incredible.
The way she tugged and sucked and fucking worked me was like she knew exactly what I wanted. But then again, that didn’t surprise me at all. Meyah was attentive. She liked to make others happy, so she took the time to learn what they liked and what they enjoyed.
My heart was thumping as I watched her take me, noticing her hand slipping down the front of her jeans.
That was my cue.
My woman needed something.
And I was going to give her a lesson in who’s in control.
“Get up,” I ordered.
