Page 14 of The Contract

He pulls away from me, reaching behind and tugging the neck of his shirt over his head.

The hard planes of his body gleam in the moonlight. The way it kisses his tanned skin, the shadows hugging every muscle—it makes my mouth water.

I slide forward, my knees spread wide.

My palms flatten against his thighs, traveling up inch by inch as I look up at him. The heat in our shared gaze is an inferno, and we’re both ready to be consumed by the fire.

I reach his cock, and—fuck—he’s hard as stone.

Wrapping my arms around his pelvis, I pull him into me, my mouth working his dick through his pants.

Finally, I reach just above me, his belt only slightly arguing with me until the metal clinks as I remove it.

I keep my eyes on him as I undo the button of his pants.

His thumb rubs slowly over my bottom lip, and I know he’s wondering what my mouth feels like.

The tip of my tongue darts out, making him press his lips into a thin line.

“Nothing but fucking trouble,” he growls as I pull his zipper down.

And—God—he’s big.

Long. Thick.

And I need him.

My grip is firm around the base of his erection, and I make a long, slow lick along the head of his cock. The salty, teasing taste of him explodes within me, and I close my eyes, moaning as I take him farther into my mouth.

My hand goes to my breast, pinching my nipple as I grind my hips against the soft mattress.

It’s an impulse.

A need for friction that drives me as I suck him deeper into my mouth.

“Christ, baby,” he pants, his hand holding the side of my head as he rolls his hips into me. “Oh, fuck, just like that, Trouble.”

I swirl my tongue. My hand slides along his length in time with my mouth.

I have a talent for this.

And I love taking it. Owning it.

The power.

The control.

I’m owning him with just my tongue.

I could keep his cock in my mouth all day—teasing him near orgasm before slowly licking his length as it ebbs away.

Right now, I’m only thinking of what he’ll taste like. His cum running down my throat as his grunts surround me.

And he wants it too—but he’s fighting against the release.

He hits the back of my throat, both hands holding my head as I pump my mouth and grip his cock.

“Fuck. Thirty more seconds, and your sweet mouth would be full of me.”

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