“Jes-sus, you wicked-fucking-vixen.”
She’s not concerned whatsoever about keeping it clean and pretty.She makes a fucking mess of the blowjob in the best of ways.
And dear God, when she hums, my body lights on fire.
Fuck.“Yeah, oh, fuck.”I nearly lose it.
She takes my cock with legendary skill, uses her fist in tandem.When I’m shaking, at the very end of my rope, barely staving off the need to cum down her throat, she pops off.Her tongue swirls over my tip.She plays with my slit and teases me as she rubs the head back and forth over her pouty lips.
Then this she-devil restarts the torture session all over again.She doubles down, edging me to within an inch of my life.
“Christ, woman!I’m there.Stop playing with me.”
“Ask.”
“Ask what?”
“Ask me for it?”
“Lily.”
She crawls up and over me, places a few kisses on my chest, before her face comes to be level with mine.Her face, her abused lips, all of it has me nearly crashing my lips to hers, because I want to taste myself on her.
“Do you want me to swallow everything you give me?”
Palming her jaw, I give it to her straight.“You’re damn right I do.”
She combs her fingers through my hair, pushes it behind my ear.“Then ask me.”
“You said, the next time, it was up to me to choose this?”
By the look on her face, I can tell my question throws her off—disrupts her wicked little game.Her eyes narrow a bit, and her mouth twitches.Yeah, I’m reading her right.And knowing her like I’m learning to, and trusting my gut, I do what feels right.What my body screams for.
I take back the control she’s stolen.
I lean forward, take her face between my hands, and kiss the fuck out of her.I don’t stop there.When our lips part, I lace my tone with the need running through me.“You’re gonna take me back into that sinful, wickedfuckingmouth, aren’t you, baby?And let me not only fuck it” —I squeeze her throat with my free hand so hard that I hope my fingerprints leave an impression on her skin— “but own it as I come down this throat.Because this—” I lift my chin and stare directly into her eyes so she knows I’m no longer fucking around— “this is my fucking choice.”
The smile—it’s that goddamn smile, wide and stunning—does me in.Lost.I’m fucking lost for that smile.
I don’t bluff.Using my grip on her hair, I bring her lips back to my cock, and she opens for me.I start slow, thrusting into her wet mouth again and again, taking my pleasure she so willingly offers.Placing my other hand on the couch, I use the leverage to rise and fuck into her mouth with forceful, punishing thrusts.Her eyes are on mine, and it’s the green light to take everything I need.So I do.
Her nails sink into my thigh, and the pain doubles the pleasure.
I come in rapid, short bursts into her mouth.Grunting as I bow forward from the force of it.Her throat tightens around the head of my cock as I spill down her throat.She swallows as much as she can.
What spills out… she daintily licks up after.Swipes her finger over the last bit that escaped and licks her finger clean like it’s a goddamn lollipop, making a show of it like she does everything else.
It’s the closest thing to heaven a man like me could hope for.
For a few glorious moments, everything is right in my world.Her mouth still tastes like me when she lets me pull her in for one more kiss — slow, deep, hungry enough to make me want to drag her right back down to the couch.I feel her smile against my lips, feel the faint tremor in her hands as she runs them over my chest.
Then we gather and right our clothing.Neither of us says a word.There’s no need—not with the way her eyes keep flicking back up to my mouth like she’s starving for another taste but won’t let herself ask.
Where it all goes wrong from there, I have no fucking idea.But the night doesn’t end with her in my arms the way I pictured it.Instead, I’m left in the dark, replaying that kiss, that laugh, every promise I thought I heard in her voice—and wondering what the fuck I missed.
CHAPTER 22
Looking back, can’t you see how the way you dance with your demons was both beautiful and tragic?