Page 33 of All's Fair In Love & War

She pulled back just enough to flash a wicked smile. “What if I’m not hungry?”

“Then open wide, and eat this dick like it’s the only thing keeping you alive anyway. Breakfastisthe most important meal. Don’t skip it.”

She laughed, then made her throat convulse around me. I let out a low groan, my hips pushing up into that tight heat.

“Fuck, Tandy. You love this shit, don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, her tongue flicking against the underside of my dick.

“That’s my girl,” I growled, my hand tightening in her hair as I thrust deeper into her throat, watching her struggle to take it.

My head fell back against the pillow as a rough groan tore from my throat. She was working me over like she was trying to drag my soul through me.

"Damn, girl," I rasped between clenched teeth as pleasure coiled tighter in my gut.

I yanked at her hair again with more force than before, setting a brutal rhythm that had spit dripping down onto her chin.

I anchored her face with a bruising grip under her jaw, forcing her to keep her eyes locked on mine as she choked herself on my dick.

"That's it, baby. Take it all. Swallow it down.” I grunted as her throat constricted deliciously around my throbbing shaft. "Shit! Fuck! I'm about to nut."

Grabbing fistfuls of hair at each temple, I yanked her head back, forcing Tandy's head still while slamming brutally into her mouth. Pleasure slammed into me, obliterating any semblance of control as I erupted, flooding her stomach with thick ropes of cum. Stars dance behind my closed eyelids and an animalistic growl ripped from deep inside.

I gasped for breath like a man on death row granted clemency seconds before execution, my chest rapidly rising and falling in time with the beating of my heart. My teeth clenched, my breaths were ragged, and my body twitched with every ruthless pulse until the last one left me empty and spent.

Tandy licked her lips, removing any evidence left over from what she had just done, her eyes heavy with satisfaction as she crawled up my body to straddle me.

"Now, are you finally awake?" she teased, dragging her nails over my chest.

I exhaled, still catching my breath. "Awake and then some," I admitted, gripping her hips. "But you know I can’t stay. Got shit to do."

With a heavy sigh, she rolled off me, her body extending like a lazy cat as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Cool air hit my skin when I stood, stretching out the lingering tension in my muscles. I grabbed my pants from the floor and slipped them on, followed by my shirt and shoes.

Tandy watched me the whole time, tracking my every move.

My phone rang, cutting through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, and I glanced at the screen, seeing Bats' name flashing across it.

Tandy arched a brow. "Tell Bats I’ma fuck him up. He knows not to pull up to my house to pick up all this good dick this early," she fussed, teasingly, making me chuckle when she pointed between my legs.

Ignoring her, I snatched my phone off the dresser and answered with a sigh. "Be down in five minutes."

Bats grunted on the other end. "Hurry up."

Without another word, I ended the call and checked my pockets for my wallet. When I was sure I had everything, I grabbed my keys and gun from the dresser, tucking the weapon securely into my waistband. My gaze flicked back to Tandy, who was still lounging in bed, stretched out like she had no care in the world. Her body was a goddamn masterpiece.

Mahogany skin gleamed under the soft morning light, and her curves, draped in nothing but silk sheets, spread wide, accentuating her hourglass figure. She was a sight worth fucking up a schedule for, but that would never be me. I had shit to do.

“You’ve been a good girl, so I dropped a few bands in your account,” I said, sliding my phone into my pocket and adjusting my watch. “Go treat yourself.”

Tandy raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curving into a slow smile. “A few bands?” She rolled onto her back, her robe slipping just enough to tease me. “Is that your way of saying thank you without actually saying it?”

I smirked. “That’s my way of saying you earned it.”

She sat up, legs crossed, cool as ever. “Mmm. You right. Ididhandle you last night and this morning.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“You never do,” she said, eyes dropping to the gun I was sliding into my waistband.

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