Page 95 of Axe Backwards
“The man set up chicken surveillance cameras. And put an app on my phone.” She shook her head. “I owe you.”
“You do not. I told you, whatever you need, I’ll be there to help. But.” I pulled her hips back so she was lying on the couch and pinned her beneath me. “I wouldn’t argue if you wanted to show me your appreciation.”
She kissed me deeply, running her hands down my back and squeezing my ass hard. “What did you have in mind, hotshot?”
I pressed my mouth to the column of her throat, enjoying the taste of her and the soft moan that escaped.
“Many, many things. Dirty things. Filthy things. A long list.” I toyed with the hem of her shorts as I bit her earlobe gently.
“Then we better get to work. You know I love a to-do list. What’s first?”
“First…” I pushed up onto my knees and drank her in. She was fucking gorgeous, spread out below me. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re begging for my cock.”
I inched her shorts down slowly, watching her face, relishing the way her eyes grew dark with lust.
“Then.” I lifted her hips and pulled the fabric off. Shorts tossed onto the floor, I spread her knees wide. “I’m going to bend you over my couch and fuck you senseless.”
I bent down, ghosting my lips over her pussy, teasing her as badly as I teased myself. Fuck, I was desperate to taste her.
“Yes please,” she breathed, grasping at the couch cushion.
Obediently, I lowered my head farther, taking a gentle taste and making her squirm. Rather than dive right in, I adjusted her so she sat upright with her legs spread wide. Then I kneeled in front of her, paying respect to my queen, and feasted.
I licked and sucked ravenously, savoring her taste and the electricity that arced through me when she tugged on my hair.
Sex with Vic was hot as fuck. And it was fun. We laughed and smiled the entire time. I was still getting to know her body, so every day felt like a glorious exploration.
“Noah,” she hissed. “You can stop. I’m warmed up.”
I scowled up at her. “No fucking way. You’re going to come on my tongue before you come on my cock.”
“But—”
I pushed her thighs wider, giving myself better access. I was going to make her regret even asking me to stop. Clearly, I had to teach her a valuable lesson: if she was in my bed, or my couch, in this instance, then she would come multiple times before I was through with her.
I eased my fingers inside her, enjoying her gasp, and got back to work.
Sure enough, moments later, she exploded on my tongue, riding my face and screaming my name. As she collapsed in a heap, her chest heaving, pride surged through me. We still hadn’t defined what we were doing, but my heart was galloping at full speed. There was no way to stop it. I was gone for her.
She peered up at me, her eyes hooded. “You mentioned something about bending me over the couch. Is that today, or…”
“Smart-ass.” I shot up and pulled her with me, then kissed her hard. “I was just giving you a moment to recover.”
“I don’t need a moment,” she panted. “I need your cock.” With that, she spun and bent over the arm of the couch, wiggling that perfect ass in the air.
The sight knocked the air from my lungs. My brain was screamingmine, and my cock surged.
On instinct, I spanked her.
With a gasp, she whipped her head around, eyes wide, peeking over her shoulder at me.
“Sorry,” I said, flexing my hands in hopes that I could gain some control over my caveman instincts. “Is that okay?”
She licked her lips. “It’s very okay.”
With a grunt, I spanked her again. This time on the other cheek. My hand stung from where I’d made contact.
I gripped my dick through my pants, needing a little relief, as I watched her creamy skin turn pink. Out of my mind with need but not ready to end the torture, I spread her ass cheeks wide and ran my fingers up her seam, collecting her arousal.
