“Who said I wanted to make it to the bedroom?”
His eyes darkened in a way that always made something inside me go soft and reckless.
“Lo.”
“What?” I grinned. “We got nothing holding us back, right?”
“Angel—”
I was already sliding off his lap and onto my knees between his legs by the time he called my name. I wasn’t tryna hear shit.
“Shh.” I reached into his pants slowly, stroking and playing with his thick head. “Let me take care of my husband.”
That word—husband—changed the air.
I saw it hit him.
Heat.
Possession.
Love.
All tangled in his stare, thighs spreading wider, breath catching just enough to let me know he felt it too.
“Fuck,” he breathed as I freed him, and the sound alone sent heat pulsing through me. His dick was already hard, thick, and heavy against my palm, and when I wrapped my lips around the head and took him slowly, his breathing stuttered. He rested his forearm on the back of the chair, blunt between two fingers, his stare heavy and hungry, stripping me bare.
I let my tongue circle the tip, deliberate, teasing, before taking him deeper. His hand shot to my hair, fingers grabbing a handful of braids, and a groan ripped out of him—raw and unrestrained. I loved that sound. Loved how his thighs tensed, how he tried not to thrust up into my mouth but failed every time.
“Lo—” My name broke on his lips, and I took him deeper still. “Lo… baby… fuck…” he exhaled, smoke drifting past his lips in a shaky cloud as his hand with the blunt dropped to his knee like he forgot he was even holding it.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I whispered, stroking him with one hand while I continued to suck him slowly and thoroughly.
“So good, baby,” he whispered, voice breaking as he watched my mouth work. “You tryna—shit—Lo… bae…”
His hips lifted without him meaning to, and I let him, taking him deeper until I couldn’t take another inch. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I gagged around him, the sound pushing him further into that place where need and control started to blur.
I didn’t stop or slow down. Just sucked his dick like the rent was due.
I felt him get close.
His thighs tightened.
His breathing broke.
His grip on my hair went from firm to desperate.
“I want it on my face, daddy,” I whispered against his tip.
His eyes snapped open, dark and feral.
“Not yet.” His tone dragged heat up my spine. “I need you on all fours. Get on the table.”
He scooted the chair back just enough to give me room, watching every move I made. He sat there, unbothered, stroking himself leisurely as his eyes dragged over me.
“Thick and chocolate,” he murmured, hand sliding over his dick as he watched my ass arch higher. “Just how I fuckin like it.”
He reached forward without standing, his big hand gripped my left cheek before he slapped it hard enough to make me jolt.
