Page 141 of Live for Me

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

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Well.

That was the fucking end of me.

Because why wouldn’t her name be Syn?

“Fuck,” I groaned out. I dropped the rest of the way down on top of her to crush her mouth beneath mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist while my hips continued to move with a mind of their own, because I apparently needed every piece of her all at the same time. I couldn’t control the amount of power coming from me no matter how much I tried. There was going to be a Memphis-shaped hole in this dirt by the time I got her back up if I wasn’t careful.

Syn. A Syn-shaped hole.

I kissed her harder.

She tried to gasp in a giant breath when I pulled my mouth from hers. I wrapped a hand all the way around her jaw to make sure she was staring right at me while I pushed my forehead against hers.

“That didn’t get you out of sucking my dick until my cum tames all the sass in this pretty little mouth, sugar.”

She took all the patience right out of my body with the whimper that erupted from her at those words. I was raising myself off her a second later to grab the belt and pull her back to her knees in front of me. I didn’t bother to stop her when her hands went straight to the front of my jeans that time. She was frantic about it, and I wasn’t about to interrupt that. She unleashed something in herself by trusting me with her name, trusting me with that most sacred piece of herself. And I was so fucking ready to see where it took both of us.

Then she paused for just a second once she had my dick freed and standing at attention in front of her face. We hadn’t talked about it before, but I was still under the impression that she hadn’t actually done this. She glanced up at me just long enough to watch me put the mask back on and she gulped. I hoped that meant she understood that I was shifting right back into our game.

I put my hand on the back of her head to pull her face closer to my dick. She brought her hands up again like she intended to grab me.

“No. Hands in your lap.”

She really hadn’t done this before. With her hands on her thighs, I’d get the view that I wanted of those fucking piercings through those perfectly tiny nipples while her arms held her breasts together.

“Open,” I instructed, in case she really did need me to tell her what to do through every second of this. “Wide as you can, Syn. Tongue out.”

I about died when I just had the fucking head in her mouth. She wasn’t waiting for me to keep moving, she’d closed her lips right there to drag that stud all the way around the tip of me. I put my other hand under her chin.

“Relax your jaw, baby. We’re just getting started.”

Just her eyes shifted up to my face while she leaned forward to get more of me into her mouth. She was already killing me with that stud. She took that command right to fucking heart. Her tongue was everywhere.

She gagged when I hit the back of her throat the first time. She tried to pull her head back, but I kept both my hands where they were on her head and under her jaw to hold her in place.

“Gonna have to get used to it, angel. You don’t have it all yet. And I’m going down this little throat tonight,” I said and slid my hand down the column of her neck before dragging it back up to her jaw. “Every hole you have will be mine by the time I’m done with you, Syn. Breathe through your nose while you can.”

Her moan sent vibrations all the way to the very fucking core of who I was and managed to erase every ounce of the patience I thought I possessed. Having to continuously remind myself that I was the one in charge of what happened here and forcing myself to stay in control was the chore of a lifetime. She was choosing to trust me. A little at a time, but it was happening.

She gave me her name.

That was something that had only existed in my dreams of what a future might look like.

“Breathe,” I reminded her and gave her another few seconds before I adjusted the angle of my dick to start to squeeze myself down her throat. Her hands flew to my thigh when she started to panic while she choked and gagged.

“I’m not hurting you,” I said, tightening my hold on the back of her head. “You can breathe again in a second, angel. You’re okay.”

But she didn’t actually calm back down until I’d pulled out enough for her to breathe again. She wasn’t trying to escape. She wasn’t trying to force any distance for her to be able to talk. But she retracted the fucking claws that had tried to dig down to the bone in my leg.

“My pretty fucking girl,” I said, without really meaning to. I watched my hand move up and down her throat again. She sucked hard enough in that moment that I got to see her cheeks hollow out.

Full lips stretched around me, tears in her eyes, the tattoos and the piercings on display.

So good.

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