Page 57 of Embers in the Dark

He pulls my hands out of his ginger strands and brings them above my head and pins them there. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. I think we need to get something straight. You see, this pussy”—he pushes his cock into me to emphasize his point—“is all mine. And if I have it my way, you won’t needto go back to a regular dick after this because my dick is all yours.”

I moan as he rubs up against me. My sleep shorts are so thin that every movement against my center is sending jolts through my entire body. I’m panting and moaning as he gyrates his body directly over my clit, and I’m close to detonating already.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whimper, I’m desperate for him.

“Oh yeah? So, you agree I’m all you need?” He continues at a leisurely pace as he thrusts against my center, kissing down my neck, his beard scratching my skin as he travels down my body.

“Yes, you’re all I’ll ever need, Tucker,” I moan.

“That’s a good girl,” he tells me. Then he pulls away, letting go of my hands and sits back, as if he wasn’t just about to get me off with the friction of our bodies moving against one another.

I groan from the loss. “What the hell, Tucker?”

“It was a long shift, Baylee.” He rubs his hand down his face. Then he grabs my laptop off the table and opens it. “Plus, let me see this research you were doing.”

I stare at him, completely perplexed by the turn of events. My mouth hangs open. He’s gotta be joking.

“Are you fucking serious?” I yell at him, shoving him with my foot.

“Oh I am,” he tells me, looking at the screen. “You think you can talk about fucking other guys and get away with it?” He smirks.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m actually not, and you know it. Many say I’m a giant teddy bear.”

“They’re wrong,” I huff.

“Wow, you really took a deep dive into the pierced dickpool here, Bay.” He whistles. “This is intense.” He turns his head. “This looks painful.” He turns the screen toward me.

“Yes, I know. But your piercing doesn’t look like a walk in the park either.” My eyes go wide.

“Yeah, it wasn’t. I was in my twenties, not much older than you, and curious. Probably stupid. Wanted to enhance the experience for my partner. So, I did it. Haven’t gotten any complaints.” He shrugs.

“Were you getting complaints before?” I ask him, shocked if he said he was. “I mean, you’re not small.”

“Well thank you. Keep the compliments coming, please.” He smiles.

“Tucker, you know you have a huge dick. I mean, you’re huge in every aspect. So, yes, Tuck, you have a gigantic cock. There, happy?” I roll my eyes.

“The eye roll isn’t really necessary, but I love the gigantic dick part,” he says, still looking at my computer screen.

“Are you really not going to take care of my needs right now?” I whine.

“No, because I think a lesson is to be learned here,” he says as he puts his nose up.

A lesson, huh? I think two can play at this game. I take a moment for him to continue scrolling the images in front of him and for his blue balls to really settle in.

Then I stand up and stretch in front of him, reaching my arms up to the ceiling.

“Well, I guess I’ll get ready for my day.” I grasp the hem of my top and pull it over my head and off, revealing my breasts for him. It has the desired effect and Tucker’s green eyes move from the screen directly to my chest.

He immediately closes the lid to my laptop and moves it next to him on the couch. I attempt to move away from him, but he’s too quick and wraps his arms around my legs, pulling me into the space between his legs.

“On second thought, maybe you do need a little attention,” he tells me.

“Oh really?” I laugh.

“Yeah.” He captures one of my breasts in his mouth. The minute his tongue swirls around my nipple, I moan and I throw my head back. I’m incredibly sensitive in my breasts and it’s a direct connection to my core. I move my legs to straddle him and he grabs my ass, squeezing it.

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