It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I grab a fistful of her hair and tug when her teeth drag along my cock. Our gazes meet as she sucks on the tip. I force air through my nose as I stare at her, gripping her curls tight but not pulling. She pulls her mouth off me with a pop, eyes sparkling so fucking bright as she licks me from root to tip again. Just when I’ve gotten a grip on my breathing, she’s squeezing my balls.
“Fuck,” I grind out, eyes rolling back in my head as she rolls them gently. My knees shake and I feel her mouth against the soft skin, nipping playfully while she continues to stroke me with her other hand. Her touch wanders, but I’m feeling so many sensations that it’s only when she’s pressing against my taint that everything snaps into place. My ass clenches and I gasp as she continues to rub and press against the spot. She takes me back into her mouth and sucks so loudly, I can taste colours and see sounds.
I peel my eyes open as Tamara’s head bounces, her mouth working wonders as her hand continues to tease me. Her attention fluctuates between my perineum and my balls, driving me absolutely insane. I’m pretty sure I’ve stopped breathing too; nothing will ever compare to this. A spark runs along my spine and I groan, chin falling to my chest. I cup her jaw and her gaze flicks up to mine.
“If you don’t want a mouth full of c?—”
She nods, eyes bright as she sucks harder. I chuckle at her earnest expression, but the sound quickly turns into another moan as she pulls me deep into her mouth. We watch each other as my body shakes and then I’m coming, spilling into her and she sucks it down like a fucking champ. A little dribbles out the side of her mouth and I reach to wipe it away, but she stops me.
She slides me out, my dick wet and limp, Tamara presses her mouth shut with a smirk. I can barely think, but I still press my thumb to her bottom lip, urging her to open for me. She parts her lips slightly and the sight of my cum on her tongue makes my flaccid cock twitch. She leans away and swallows, making a show of it as she tilts her head back. Then with a finger, she wipes around her mouth and sucks it clean, still watching me like she’s got all kinds of naughty things planned.
“Come here,” I mumble, hand sliding around the front of her throat gently so I can bring her to me. She stretches up, meeting me halfway. Our lips touch and her tongue plunges into my mouth. The flavour combination of us together makes my head spin. Gripping her neck tighter, I feel her pulse against my fingers. And as she deepens the kiss, her nails drag up and down my bare thighs.
She tugs at my shirt and stands, stepping out of reach. “Go to the bedroom and take off your clothes. Wait for me in bed.”
Forty. Mine
Tamara
I wonder if other people are like me when they’re horny, because I’ve been doing copious amounts of research. Everything from positions to provide the most pleasure during pregnancy to how I can make my man lose his mind. Patrick’s taken such good care of me the last few months, I want to return the favour. Which led to the blow job at the front door. Although that was mostly fuelled by my frustration with the women talking about him online. Like they have any hope of earning his affection.
Clearly the article about us at the cake tasting and my pregnancy was ignored. The Instagram alert showed me things—reels with shirtless pictures, photographs with disgusting captions and confessions of love. I don’t blame them for wanting to do it all with my man, but he’s mine and none of them can have him. Not even in their dreams.
Gathering our clothes, I walk into the bedroom and toss everything into the hamper. Patrick’s sitting in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard. His eyes follow my every move, tongue sliding out to wet his lips and when his gaze meets mine, goosebumps explode over my skin.
“How do you feel about being tied up, Trick?”
“I feel really good about it.”
“Such a good boy,” I whisper and his face lights up. Of course my baby daddy likes being praised.
In the cupboard we now share, I grab four different coloured bandanas and climb into bed. His jaw flexes as I crawl forward on my hands and knees, fully aware my breasts are swaying crazily. It clearly does something for him. His fingers twitch before he drops them to the bed. I straddle his thighs and bite my bottom lip as I tie two bandanas together before using them to attach his arms to the headboard. I make sure they’re not too tight and he tests them when asked, then I settle on his lap and he sighs.
“You like being my good boy, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And what do good boys get when they do what they’re told?
He leans forward a little and says, “Rewarded.”
I hum and lean in too, his dick twitching between us. “And how do you want to be rewarded, Daddy?”
“Any way that works for you,” he whispers.
“Good choice,” I say and wrap my hands around his cock. He hisses as I stroke him. Our eyes stay locked the whole time, his lips part and mine lift in a smile. If I hadn’t tied him up, Patrick would have me pinned to the bed and his cock buried inside me with punishing thrusts. I’ve let him manhandle and toss me around the way he likes. I’ve let him command and demand everything from me.
But tonight is mine.
“Did you know folks on the internet are obsessed with you?” I ask and his eyes widen. “They post pictures with filthy captions. Things they want to do to you, things they want you to do to them.”
“Lo.” It comes out on a choke when I squeeze him, my thumb moving back and forth over his crown. The bead of moisture slides down his dick and I use it as lubricant as I keep stroking.
“None of them know what you’re capable of,” I continue and he groans. I drag my thumb along the vein throbbing on the underside of his cock. “And you know what’s happening in the comments?”
He blinks slowly before he speaks. “What?”
“They’re fighting over you, Trick. Apparently you belong to them.”
