Page 87 of Lockout

I let him out of my mouth with a pop and ran my tongue along his balls again before licking up his dick to the head. “You ready to give in?” I purred, teasing him with strokes of my tongue.

“Nope.”

I could hear the grin in his voice. He was getting exactly what he wanted. Of course he wasn’t ready yet, but we’d see how he felt mid blow job, when I stopped. Smirking, I touched my tongue to the underside of the head of his dick and slid mymouth over him. He hissed out a breath as I sucked him down as far as I could. Deep throating wasn’t my specialty, but I was willing to try for him. I still couldn’t fit his entire length into my mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind.

He was watching me with predatory interest as I sucked and bobbed, and his hands finally came out from behind his head. I saw the movement, but wasn’t surprised when his hand went to my hair. He gripped it and held it out of the way as I sucked his cock. I didn’t know if he was making it easier for me, or if he wanted it out of the way so he could watch. I knew it was killing him not to start telling me what to do. To let me take this at my own pace.

I leaned on one elbow and used my free hand to start jacking the remaining length of his cock as my mouth moved over him. His chest was heaving as he watched me suck him down over and over. I was just about ready to make my move. The lust in his gaze was all I needed to see to know he wasn’t going to like this.

Giving him a few more strokes, I watched him through my lashes, then I let him go and popped up to my knees.

He scowled at me, his dick twitching in front of me like it was trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. “Don’t do it,” he warned.

“Do what?” I asked, looking at him as innocently as I could.

“Don’t start, Jumper Cables.”

“I told you I wantedyouto beg,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I had to bite back my smile.

“Youbeg forme,” he told me. “Not the other way around.”

“Ohhhh,” I said, “so you’re not willing to beg for me?” His eyes narrowed. “Hmmm, well I guess I won’t finish sucking your-”

I gasped as he lunged and I found myself on my back underneath him. “Lock!” I snapped. “Your leg.”

“Fuck my leg.”

“I’d rather fuck something else,” I teased. My features settled into a pout. “You were supposed to let me take charge.”

“I did. Now it’s my turn.”

“Lock, that’s not fai-” I all but swallowed my tongue as he slid down my body and buried his face between my thighs. I moaned as he licked me and started to reach down to grab his hair.

“Uh uh,” he said, grasping my hand and forcing me to stop tugging.

“Why?” I asked, panting.

He smirked, eyes sparkling as he looked up my body from his spot between my legs. “You’re going to have to keep your hands to yourself while we fuck. You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

He gently knocked my hands away from my body, pinning my right hand to the bed by my side when I started to slide it back toward my hip. He went back to feasting and I groaned as he ate me out.

He didn’t give me his fingers. Or his cock. Just his tongue as he ate my pussy like he was starving for it. It didn’t take him long to get me to come for him. His hands slid around to my ass and he yanked me hard against his face. The more I moaned and squirmed from what he was doing to me, the harder he growled against my throbbing core and the more he tormented me.

I thought I was going to die of pleasure when he finally stopped. We both raised our heads and stared at each other.

“Beg me, Keely.”

The jerk. He was going to get me back by making me do the thing I’d wanted him to do. Pushing my chin out, I scowled at him, refusing by staying silent.

He shrugged one of his massive shoulders, then made me yelp when he flipped me over onto my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he grabbed me by the hips and hauled my ass into the air.

He filled me with one long deep thrust. We both groaned. “I’m going to get you to beg,” he said after a couple of seconds.

I wasn’t sure how he planned to do that, but I wasn’t about to ask as he started up a punishing rhythm that ratcheted my orgasm back up with only a few strokes. It never failed to amaze me how well he seemed to know my body. How easily he made me come. I’d never been one of those women who orgasmed quickly or easily. I had to get out of my own head and really focus.

Not with him, though. It was like he could read my mind. Or maybe my body. He’d have me writhing on the edge within a few strokes of his tongue, fingers, or dick. I moaned, gripping the pillow as I braced myself and held on. I was going to come hard again.

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