Page 40 of Midnight Dissonance

And he realized he was doomed. She already had him twisted around her pinky and didn’t realize it. Nor was he going to tell her, or she would run roughshod all over him.

“Fine. I get it. But will you at least fuck my mouth?”

He barked a laugh. “Only if you ask nicely.”

A small smile played on her lips. Her hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxers and slid around his shaft. He wanted to be the impervious Dom, but fecking bloody hell, everything she did aroused him to no end.

“Will you please fuck my mouth, Sir?”

Like he would deny her when the thought of watching his shaft disappear in her hot little mouth had precum seeping from the slit. “You could tempt a saint. On your knees.”

At his command, she gracefully slid onto her knees.

“And lose the shirt. I want to see those pretty tits while I fuck that smart mouth of yours.”

She lifted it off without question. Once he got past her tough exterior, she was a perfect submissive. It was getting around her impetuous and rather stubborn nature that would be tricky. But he was up to the challenge.

He shoved his boxers down, kicking them off. Then he gripped his dick with one hand and threaded his fingers into her hair. He tugged her head back, lifting her gaze to his face. “Slap my thigh if it’s too much. Now, be a good girl and open up.”

She licked her lips and dropped her mouth open wide.

With his eyes glued on her face, he fed his dick inside her mouth an inch at a time. As he pushed his cock deeper, a blissful expression settled over her face. And she looked up at him with something akin to worship.

Bloody hell!

He prayed he could live up to her expectations, vowing to do whatever it took to earn that look. He went further, past her gag reflex, until he felt her throat constrict around his dick.

“Fuck, that’s a sight, lass.”

And just when she began to squirm from lack of air, he relented and withdrew. Only to repeat the move, sliding deep into the hot cavern of her mouth. And he only hoped he could last. Because her mouth—fuck, if there was a heaven, he’d found it.

She made slurping noises as he picked up the pace. And she moved with him.

“Are you that hungry for my cock, lass?”

She moaned around his dick; the vibration had desire lashing him.

“Then hold on, because I’m going to make you cry,” he grunted. Then he let go of the restraints holding him back and fucked her mouth.

His hands gripped the sides of her head as he fucked her mouth with increasing speed. He wasn’t going to last long. But fuck, in all his years, he’d never had a woman, sub or otherwise, deep throat him this well. She was a treasure, one he wouldn’t take for granted.

“Look at you, being such a good girl and taking my cock all the way inside that mouth of yours. When I’m finished with your mouth, I’m going to eat that pretty pussy until you come screaming my name.”

She moaned around his shaft. Tears streamed from her eyes. If she had makeup on, there would be black trails down her cheeks. He wanted that.

“Next time I fuck your mouth, you will wear mascara and lipstick so I can smear both,” he growled, fucking her mouth hard. Desire rose and gripped him by the throat. He was so close. Her mouth, fuck . . . He wanted to last; he wanted the pleasure to continue. But he wasn’t a superhero. He was only a man.

And he was thoroughly entranced by his little vixen.

Lexi reached up and cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand.

Pleasure exploded, almost knocking him on his ass at the brute force of his climax. Lexi worked her mouth on his, swallowing his come.

“That’s it. Swallow all of it. Don’t let a single drop go to waste.”

He thrust until his balls emptied, and she swallowed every drop. She released his shaft with a long slow suck, like she didn’t want to stop sucking his cock, before she finally freed him and sat back on her heels.

Her amber eyes were glazed with lust.

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