Xavier’s lips twist, and he lowers himself into the chair, the bulge of his erection prominent against his pants. “Little raptor, we’re going to talk about power dynamics after this.”
If I do this right, I won’t be able to talk at all. Xavier’s dick is huge. The last time I gave him head, it was hard to breathe.
With shaky fingers, I unbutton his pants. The muscles in his abdomen tense as soon as the material falls open. He’s commando underneath, and his cock is long and thick, the length resting against his lower abdomen.
I drop to my knees, the movement awkward and jerky. I press my lips together to keep from wincing as the movement tugs at my wound. Maybe sex isn’t a good idea, but I can do this for him.
Xavier’s breathing grows heavy, the sound echoing off the walls and filling the small room. “Last chance. Once your pretty lips wrap around my cock, I’m not stopping until your belly is full of my cum.”
I lift my gaze and meet his, then lick my lips.
He groans, and the sound goes straight to my pussy. I shift, rubbing my thighs together in a feeble attempt to relieve the pressure building inside me.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, his voice strained.
“Shut up, recruit. I’m the one in charge right now.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”
His acquiescence has dampness coating my inner thighs. To have this dangerous man submit to me has my head spinning, making me drunk on power.
I curl my hand around his cock and the feel of him beneath my fingertips makes my insides ache. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips, and I lean down. As soon as my tongue touches the head of his cock, he sucks in a breath. I smile and continue licking him.
His groan fills the room, and he threads his fingers through my hair, his touch gentle yet demanding. He tugs on the strands, not hard enough to hurt but to control. “Bride, put my cock in your mouth.”
I lift my head slightly. “Don’t boss me around.”
“I’m going to give you five seconds to do as you’re told, otherwise I’m taking over. One, two, three, four, fi?—”
I part my lips and take him deep.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hips jerking upward.
I work him up and down, using the saliva on his cock to lubricate him. Each time I reach the top, I flick the head of his cock and run my tongue over his slit, enjoying the way his hips jerk in response.
“You’re doing so well, little raptor. So good. Now, suck harder.”
I do as he asks, and he rewards me by tugging on my hair, causing a moan to escape.
“Oh fuck, do that again,” he says.
I swallow him deeper and hum around his cock. He groans. The sound is like a shot of pure arousal. The muscles between my thighs contract, and I squeeze them together, seeking relief from the throbbing.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
His praise causes me to redouble my efforts. I take him as deep as I can, the head hitting the back of my throat. His grip tightens on my hair, and he thrusts faster, his movements taking over my pacing.
“Delilah...”
I look up at him, drawn by the desperation and amazement in his voice. His eyes are hooded and his gaze full of heat. His chest rises and falls with his panting, the bird on his skin moving as if it’s flying.
“Touch yourself while you suck my cock,” he says.
I slip a hand down my pants and reach between my thighs, but the position is awkward with my clothes on. With a frustrated grunt, I pull away from him and stand, yanking down my pants and panties in slow motion.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he growls.
I flush at his response and carefully drop back to my knees. When I open my mouth, his cock slides past my lips and toward the back of my throat. Tears prick my eyes.
