Before I can move, his hand closes around my wrist, pulling me flush against his bare chest. His mouth hovers over mine, hot and rough.
“Any way I want, you said?”
The kiss that follows is ruthless. He bites my lip, nearly draws blood, then soothes the sting with his tongue, pushing into my mouth and taking. I cling to him, dizzy and heat-drunk, my chest pressed to the reckless pound of his heart.
He tears my top over my head in one impatient move, tossing it to the floor. My jeans go next, yanked down hard. A growl rumbles out of him when he sees the lace between my legs, and he shoves my panties off.
When I’m finally standing naked in front of him, breathless and raw, he drags his joggers down over his hips. His cock is thick, heavy, flushed. Dark veins curve up his shaft, and I’m itching to trace them with my tongue.
“On your knees, baby,” he orders, voice gravel and steel. “You know how to please me.”
The hardwood is cool under my knees as I sink down without a word, a sharp contrast to the blaze consuming me. I tilt my head up, pulse hammering as I meet his gaze.
Nate’s eyes are almost black, every line of his body taut.His hand slides into my hair, gripping tight, guiding me forward until the thick weight of him presses against my lips.
“What are you waiting for? Suck.”
My tongue darts out, slicking my lips, mouth parting automatically, liquid sliding down my spine at his command. The blunt head moves over my tongue, salty and hot, and his groan rumbles low.
“Good girl,” he rasps, thrusting shallow at first, letting me adjust. His grip tightens, angling me just how he likes, and I feel the claim in every movement. “That mouth—fuck, I’ve dreamed about this for years.”
I hollow my cheeks, desperate to make him feel good, to show him I’m listening and that I can take him. His hips snap, deeper this time, and my eyes water as my throat works around him.
“Breathe, baby,” he orders, his thumb brushing over my throat. The filthy pressure makes me pulse hard between my thighs.
When he finally drags me off, I’m gasping, spit shinning on my chin. He grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“You love obeying me, don’t you?”
I nod frantically, my voice wrecked. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I love obeying you.”
“So fucking sweet. Everything about you. Love this mouth, baby.”
The way he smiles, dark and victorious, makes my knees weaken even more. His praise feels like euphoria has been injected straight into my veins. I take him into my mouth again, suck eagerly, desperate, until he growls a warning.
“Slow down, baby. So greedy. You’ll get it all, just not yet.”
His thumb drags over my swollen top lip, gaze burning down at me as I bob on his cock, taking him deeper each time.
“You are gorgeous on your knees,” he rasps. “Your mouth full. Eager girl begging to be fucked.”
Delirious, I close my eyes and swallow him as far as I can, gagging as tears spring hot to the corners. He brushes one away, voice turning soft. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me. So fucking good.”
I moan around him, trembling, my hands pumping his shaft as my clit throbs painfully. I need him inside me. I need to be filled, used, wrecked.
His laugh is wicked. “You’re dripping for it, aren’t you? Can’t wait for me to spread you out and fuck that soaked pussy.”
His fist tightens in my hair, hips snapping harder into my mouth. “Touch yourself. Show me how ready you are. But don’t you dare come without my permission.”
I shove a hand between my thighs, rubbing hard circles on my clit, gasping as slick coats my fingers. Juices are spilling down my thighs, the obscene sound of him in my throat mixing with the squelch of my own wetness.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
I force my gaze up, lips stretched wide around him, our eyes locking. His chest heaves, his jaw tight, every inch of him feral. I slide a finger into my center, then another, desperate to match his thrusts.
