Page 58 of Undisputed Chaos
“Yeah, angel. But not here.”
My arms went under her, scooping her up. She squeaked, giggling, hooking her arms around my neck, burrowing against my jaw as I made my way to her couch.
I set her down easy, more careful than I handle my flamethrower and just as proud.
I loomed over her, combing through her blonde waves with slow, deft fingers.
She reached for my belt, fumbling, nervous, lips pressed together like she was waiting for instructions.
I helped her, popping the button, unzipping, and dragging my jeans and boxers low enough to free my cock.
It sprang free, big, thick, and flushed, the tip already leaking. Iwatched her face go slack with awe, and fuck if that didn’t make me harder.
She bit her lip. “I’m… not very good at this.”
My heart twisted, a tight, hot pride for being able to teach her. I cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at me.
“You don’t have to be good. I just want you, Isla. Only you.”
She nodded, swallowing hard, and wrapped a hand around my length.
The first touch was gentle, but I groaned anyway. The sight of her little artist fingers on my cock was almost enough to end me.
She stroked me slowly, eyes flicking up to mine for reassurance.
“Good girl,” I praised, brushing her hair back from her face. “You’ve got me, angel. Fuck, you’ve got my cock right there in those hands.”
Her cheeks flamed, her blue gaze darting up through her lashes, innocent and dirty at once. Tentatively, her lips parted, and she took my head into her mouth.
I nearly bucked, barely keeping myself anchored by a death grip on her couch.
She went slow, swirling her tongue, not trying to impress. Just learning me, loving me—so raw and soft I almost came on the spot.
Her mouth was heaven-warm and wet as she took me in, inch by inch. “Good angel,” I growled, thumb brushing along her jaw, feeling her cheeks hollow.
Her mouth stretched tight around me, that little ribbon with my name against her throat burning itself into every dirty corner of my brain.
My fingers tangled in her hair, not pulling yet, just stroking, guiding. “You’re doing perfect. Keep going.”
She bobbed too quickly, teeth scraping once, and I bit off a hiss—not in pain, in purebliss.
“Slower,” I ordered, unlacing the ribbon and wrapping it around my wrist, using it to gently guide her pace. She gasped, the vibration humming down my cock, her lips slick and wet and perfect.
“Now suck.”
She sucked. My free hand cupped her cheek, thumb drifting over her skin. “Yes,” I praised, tone gone rough and pleasured.
Her eyes shone, hands sliding up my abs, tracing the lines of my tattoos, the ink she’d spent hours watching through a screen. She brushed over chains at my hip, and I shuddered, grinning.
“You like those? Make me come and I’ll introduce you to each one.”
She obeyed eagerly, and with the ribbon wound around my fist, I squeezed her throat, just enough to feel her swallow, feel her surrender.
“So pretty with my cock and my mark all at once,” I muttered, hips rocking, her mouth taking more now, growing bolder, filthier with each pass.
With the filthy, wet sounds of her mouth on me, I could feel my control slipping, the coil in my gut tightening.
“Angel, I’m gonna come. You’ll swallow it all, yeah?” I tugged the ribbon, half-warning, half-plea.
