His eyes were dark with need, the same need that echoed in the hollow of my bones. But I was an alpha female. I was unyielding. My lips remained sealed around him, drawing him deeper.
“Fine, have it your way.” The words came out as a ragged surrender. “But you’ll be at my penthouse when you’re done here because tonight…” His grip shifted in my hair, both punishing and possessive, pushing my head forward to take more of his length. “We start a new New Year’s Eve tradition. One where I get to fuck you for as long as I want.”
My heart hammered against my ribcage, each beat spelling out the risk, the thrill, and the sheer insanity of what we were doing. Yet, Sir’s words were a siren call I couldn’t resist. He promised something forbidden, something wild. So, I nodded slightly, never breaking the rhythm nor easing the suction as I took him back into the warmth of my mouth.
I felt his body tense, knowing he was closer than ever. His dick was buried halfway down my throat, and I loved it—loved the way he groaned my name so fucking helplessly as I continued to suck him. With every pull, every breath I drew through my nostrils, I moved Sir closer to total loss of self-control. To a moment where he was at my mercy, which was something I never thought would happen in a million years. At that moment, he was under my spell.
And in our small, hidden world, the rest of the city faded away. The distant sounds of partying in the city were nothing but a muffled backdrop to the most intimate sounds we made. Sir’sgrip tensed around the back of my neck, holding my head still as his hips found their own pace. He fucked my throat, reaching for a release that drove him to go faster, snaking deeper down my throat until tears sprang into my eyes. I didn’t want him to stop. I’d dreamed about it for way too long. I wanted it, fantasized about it, and manifested it. And here we were.
Sir’s breaths became ragged as he slipped out a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. “I’m going to worship every inch of you tonight, Averie,” he said. I felt the rumble of his powerful whispers resonate against my melanated skin as I worked him with my mouth. “Your nipples first, until you’re writhing and begging me to stop or to give you more. But I won’t stop, not until you cum from it.”
My eyes flickered up to his face, catching the determined glint in his brown gaze. The thought of his lips on me, drawing pleasure from my hard, sensitive nipples, had silky cream pooling between my thighs. I was supposed to be in control, but oh, how Icravedto surrender to whatever Sir wanted to do to me.
“Then,” Sir continued, as his hand found its way up to cup the back of my head. His fingers threaded through my black curls. “I’ll taste you where you’re wettest, suck that throbbing-ass clit until you’re shaking and can’t take anymore.”
He paused, watching me closely as if testing my reaction. His eyes narrowed, urging me to respond. My response was wordless, my movements unrelenting as I used my tongue and lips to tease him more. I wanted it, all of it. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine, to be unraveled by his touch, no matter how rough or gentle, and to give in to the wave of need that threatened to swallow me whole.
“Only when you’ve cum again beneath my tongue will I give you this dick,” he promised, his voice thick with lust. “And I willfuck you, Averie. Hard. Deep. Over and over again. Just like you want me to.”
My body responded before my thoughts could catch up, clenching around nothing as I imagined him filling me completely. The heat of his words fanned the flames inside me. I doubled my efforts, sucking him deeper, feeling him swell and twitch with every stroke of my tongue.
Sir groaned, a sound so primal that it vibrated through the small space we occupied.
“I’m close, Averie. You want this?” His question was barely a whisper, his control fraying at the edges. “You want me to spray my cum down that pretty fuckin’ throat of yours?”
God, yes, I thought, though no words left my lips. My mouth was otherwise occupied, and I wouldn’t allow myself to ease up; not when I was so close to tasting his release.
The tension in Sir’s body peaked, his muscles coiled tight. Then he was cumming, his hot juices spilling onto my awaiting tongue. I moaned around him, the sound muffled by the thickness of his cream in my mouth. It was messy, overwhelmingly inappropriate, and precisely what I wanted. I swallowed everything he deposited, my dark brown eyes locked on him as I cleaned him up with careful, thorough licks.
Sir’s knees buckled slightly, and he leaned his palms against the wall behind me for support. His breathing was erratic as he looked down at me with a mix of awe and something fiercer. There was a silent understanding that passed between us. It was just the beginning.
“Tonight,” he panted, his fingers still tangled in my hair. “You’ll be mine.”
I removed myself slowly, my lips parting from him with a soft pop. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my breathing matching his intensity. In a few hours, I’d be his, consequences be damned.
My tongue made one final, languid sweep over the head of Sir’s package, ensuring not a single drop of his cum was wasted. After all, it was baby swallowing season. I felt him shiver as I stood, locking my knees in place to hold me steady after the intensity of our encounter. His brown eyes were still clouded with lust as I offered him a small, knowing smile.
“Good as new,” I said as my full lips brushed against his cheek in a tender kiss that contrasted with the rawness we’d just shared. Overall, I was just glad he was safe. I patted his cheek with a gentle hand, a sassy glint in my dark brown eyes, acknowledging the wildness of what had just transpired in the cramped closet space.
Sir caught his breath, his chest heaving as he tried to compose himself. The tattoos along his neck seemed to pulse with life, a vivid reminder of the powerful, untamed, and daring man he was.
“You’re a mothafuckin’ force to be reckoned with, Averie Morris,” he stated, tone deep and raspy with the remnants of pleasure.
I merely winked, stepping back and turning on my heels, leaving him leaning against the wall, a powerful figure brought to momentary submission. As I exited the closet, the sound of my sensible shoes against the floor echoed the hammering of my racing heart. The wanting had consumed us.
There’s no going back now.
The line had been crossed, my job and reputation be damned.
We both understood the gravity of what would come next. The waiting was almost over. In the high rise of his penthouse, I would surrender to the promises whispered between his masculine moans and gasps to the fantasies that had haunted me for years. As the door closed behind me, the rest of the world,with its rules and expectations, faded away like a forgotten dream.
Chapter 2
Sir Daniels
Ileaned against the cool granite of my penthouse kitchen counter. My black satin pajama pants hung low on my hips, and my arms folded across my broad tattooed chest as I tried to channel some calm into the restless energy coursing through my body.
The time on my phone said 2:00 a.m., and as if summoned by the hour itself, there was a soft knock at the door. She had arrived. Averie Morris. Detective. Temptation in the mothafuckin flesh. The woman who’d, a few hours prior, sucked out every drop of self-control I had left with her mouth alone. She didn’t play fair, and I loved that shit.
