Page 135 of Pretty Obsessed

He pressed into my grip, moaning shamelessly. "I did agree to that." His coy smile gave me light.

"Therefore, I get you here and I've been thinking about my cock down your throat all morning."

He groaned, bucking into my touch. "But how are you here?”

"I'm going to be as often as I can be. Trust that." Aggressively I opened his pants. "How much time do you have?"

"About twenty minutes…" His words were more groans than anything coherent and I fed on them.

“Perfect.” I put my hands on his chest and walked him backward.

“What for?” He eyed my hands before studying my face.

“I told you, you're going to be on your knees, and maybe just maybe I'll take you, take what I want, until you come.”

“You mean…?” His skin heated and bloomed to the most beautiful color.

“I do.” I walked him into a stack of boxes, rough with my need, letting it color my actions. My desires coming through as I pushed down his boxers. "Right here."

“You're serious.” He glanced around again but didn’t stop me.

“We’ll hear if anyone comes.” I walked him around behind a bookshelf.

“And they’ll hear if we come.” He met my mouth and our tongues tangled, relief in the emotions flooding through me.

“Are you saying no, dearest?” I breathed against his lips between kisses.

“I told you I wouldn’t.” He left the rest unsaid, but it came through.

"And you like it."

“Yes.” He gasped as I took him in hand.

I kept stroking until his back hit a stack of boxes. "Will you stop me if I tell you how badly I want to be inside you right here?"

He shook his head. "Is that what you want?"

"I wanted your mouth, but I can't wait until later to be inside you." I abandoned the hold I had on him to free my cock. “I need inside you.”

He opened his mouth and presented his tongue, lowering down to his knees. "Is this how you want me?"

"Utter perfection." My heart picked up speed and need flooded my veins. I rubbed my tip over his lips, wanting to shove myself all the way down his throat but forcing myself to take my time and enjoy this.

He gripped my thighs trying to take more of me.

"Slow." I gave him my tip.

“You don’t want to fuck my throat?” he asked with those big pleading eyes he knew how to use so well.

“No, not yet. I want to enjoy you."

"We only have twenty minutes." He rolled his tongue around my shaft, trying to coax me further.

"I know, and I don't want your lips bruised and swollen out there." I laughed, feeding him more of me. "I'm using all the restraint I have."

"Don't. I want it all. Even your brutality." Greedily he took it, holding my eyes as he tried to swallowed me.

"You are impossible to say no to."

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