“Then bend down on the beanbag carefully and suck.”
“Ok.”
I pump my hand around the tip of his dick, and he groans into my touch.
“Now wrap that smartass little mouth of yours around it.”
I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out to swipe at the tip of his dick.
He slides his hand in my hair and yanks my head up.
“I said suck on it, Mia, and don’t stop until I tell you.”
My eyes meet his, and I run my tongue from the base to the top of his enormous cock.
“Is that what you want?” I tease him.
He nods, unable to answer me with coherent words. The anticipation is killing him.
Finally, I stop playing games and wrap my lips around his dick. I savor it and take it slow, sucking all over him, like I want to taste every drop of him. As he hardens even more, I maintain my gaze on him as I pick up speed. I can tell that it’s taking everything in him not to thrust as hard as he can in my mouth.
“Keep your mouth open, Mia” he growls out as he grabs the base of his dick and starts pumping himself.
I dig my nails dig into his thighs as he fucks my mouth.
“I’m going to come,” he groans over and over as he floods my tongue with his release.
I swallow every drop as I wait patiently for him to tell me what to do next.
“Dammit, Bird, I think you liked that.”
“I did.”
“It was supposed to be a punishment.”
“It wasn’t,” I say as I rub the ache between my legs.
He looks at me hungrily.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, then?”
“Yes, please.”
Rush scoops me up into his arms, and we climb the stairs.
“You’re moving back in this week, is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ll get the surgery after the postseason, is that understood?”
I grin.
“Yep.”
“Good, because my Bird needs to be able to dance at her own wedding.”
“My wedding?”
