Warm, soft hands cup my balls and stroke me just as eagerly as her tongue tastes me. I reach for her hair, and she doesn't stopme. No, she pushes back into my hand, urging me to grip her hair in my fist as I fuck her mouth. My fingers thread through her dark, soft locks, watching how she takes me, her nails scraping lightly down my hips just to hear me groan.
I force her head back slightly with a tug, angling her so that every thrust hits the back of her throat until I have her nearly gagging. I’m so fucking close, my cock swelling between her lips as she scrapes her teeth along the underside of my shaft.
“Fuck, beautiful. You take me so well. Your lips feel like heaven, and I want to die in your throat.”
My words urge her to move faster, rubbing me with one hand until she’s taking all of me all at once. Her tits bounce as she bobs her head, and I fuck her like I’ve never fucked a woman’s mouth before. It’s never felt this good, and I almost don’t want to come so I can stay like this forever.
“You are perfect. Fucking captivating on your knees for me, with my cock in your mouth and my baby inside of you. Beautiful, baby.”
“Look at me,” she says, her voice hauntingly sexy, and I do. My eyes lock on hers as I completely lose myself. I come undone, her name on the tip of my tongue as I come on hers.
“Fuck, Monroe.” Every soft, satisfied sound she makes, makes my orgasm ripple through me. She swallows every last drop of me, and when she finally releases me, I catch her face in my hands, running my thumb over my cum dripping on her lips.
Her cheeks are flushed, hair wild, and her breathing uneven from how thoroughly she’s just undone me. Yet she has the nerve to smile like she hasn't left me wrecked on the edge of sanity.
“You’re lethal,” I rasp, leaning down to kiss her.
“I’m yours,” she whispers as I pull her to stand. She brushes past me toward the couch like she owns the room.
In two strides I catch her by the waist, spinning her back into me. She gasps, laughter bubbling, cut off when my mouth crashes against hers.
“You think you get to walk away after that?” I growl against her lips.
Her pupils dilate. “Jase?—”
“No,” I rasp, backing her toward the couch, my hands already roaming over the lace still clinging to her. “Mine.”
Her knees hit the cushions, and I follow her down, tearing the straps from her shoulders, scattering black lace like ash from the fire on the floor. My mouth consumes her, biting, kissing, tasting every inch she’s teased me with, swallowing every delicious sound she makes.
“You don’t get to tempt me,” I mutter against her throat, “and think I won’t take you apart.”
“Then do it,” she breathes heavily, her eyes dark and daring.
I sit and pull her over to straddle me, her hair falling around her shoulders, her eyes glinting like she’s dying to make me beg.
“Show me how much you want me,” she whispers, fingers threading through my hair.
“Can you blame me for wanting perfection?”
Her lips curve into a devastatingly beautiful smile. “No. But if you want me this badly…” She drops feather-light kisses on the corner of my mouth. “Maybe you should let me take care of you some more.”
Monroe isn’t shy, but something about when she looks at me like this, all sultry confidence like she knows she has me wrapped around her finger, it’s enough to steal the ground out from under me.
“You drive me insane,” I mutter, my hands already gripping her hips.
“Good,” she breathes, sliding down off my lap onto her knees again.
Heat shoots straight through me as she licks me, but I don’t think I can take her mouth on me again. I want to come inside her. I’m already so close coming apart again, my breathing turns rough, my muscles taut.
“Baby…” My voice cracks, desperate now. “Fuck, baby.”
She hums, sending a shiver down my spine, and it is all over. Heat, need, and love crash through me like torrent waves threatening to drown me.
Her lips are swollen, her eyes molten lava and full of heat. I kiss her like I’ll never survive if I don’t. Like she’s the only thing I need to live. The air I need to breathe.
Something in me snaps. I catch her hips in my hands and flip her gently onto her back on the couch, drawing a startled gasp from her lips. Her hair spills like silk across the cushions, her eyes wide and dark and hazy with want. And her tits. Fuck, those fucking tits are my favorite thing in the world.
“My turn,” I murmur, voice low and dangerous as I take one breast into my mouth, careful not to hurt her as I lean over her.
