Then he rolls me over on top of him. “Get that skirt off, baby. Shoes stay on.” He laces his fingers behind his head and gives methatsmile.
The one that sends the good kind of shivers through me and makes me throb even more. I slide out of my skirt and kneel between his thighs as he watches me. He knows not to grab my head unless I put his hands there first. But the cocky smile on his face as he’s lying there, still dressed, with his once again hard cock sticking out of his slacks, while I’m naked except for pumps that would make more than a few Nashville whores blush…
Yum!
Today I’m wearing this purply lipstick, sort of plum, that I know he loves. It’s his favorite. Fortunately, it’s a long-wear that doesn’t smear a lot, but I see from the hunger in his eyes how he loves seeing it on my lips as he watches me swallow his cock.
I taste myself and him mixed on it, and I know from the heat in his eyes he’s thinking about plenty of times where I’ve ridden his face after riding him and he tastes himself on me. I’m most likely getting a round three from him before we finally collapse for the night.
Yay!
There is something to be said about having a younger lover when you are a woman of a certain age.
That something ishot fucking damn!
His gaze narrows. “Yeah, that’s it. You know what I like.”
Yes, I do. Fortunately for the boy, I enjoy giving him head. Usually when he’s tied up—which is another reason he likes putting his hands behind his head when I do it like this. When he’s tied up, I have no problem doing any manner of wild and wicked sexual things to him.
Although I occasionally lock him in chastity for fun. He’s my good boy. I like to keep him that way, and sometimes, keeping him needy makes him really eager to be my good boy.
“Don’t forget my balls,” he hoarsely says. “Show them some love, too.”
I cup them in my hand and make eye contact with him as I lave my tongue all over them. His sharp, needy intake of breath sends another jolt of hunger through me.
We’ve always been good in bed together. From that very first time, when he eagerly accepted the deal to be mine, the night hetrulybecame mine, we’ve always been perfect like this.
It’s why I never wanted anyone but him once we were together.
I mean, I still wanted Ellen. I still loved her. No matter how long it’d been, she’d always be my girl and I would never turn my back on her. I would always take her back if she returned to me.
Even if it meant walking away from Declan.
Except part of me knew she was never coming back.
“Fuck, yeah,” he says. “Take care of me.”
Everything he does always speaks to me of his love for me. Even now, I can see the passion and fire burning in his eyes, but more importantly, I see the love.
The devotion.
My boy right there, just under the surface, even with Alpha Declan calling the shots.
My boy alwaysrightthere.
Wantingme.
I engulf his cock again, his deep, needy groan nearly making me lose my mind, but I’ve given him this reward and I’m no welch. He damn sure takes a fuckton from me—I can and will give him this.
“Fuuuuuck,” he gasps. In my mouth, his cock is hard and hot and throbbing with every beat of his heart.
After a few minutes of that, he grabs my left wrist and gently tugs. “Ride me, baby.”
I sit up and straddle him, slowly sinking onto him. His hands settle on my hips and tighten as a sexy smile curls his lips.
Leaning forward, I brace my hands on his chest and lean in to kiss him, nipping his lower lip. I fight the urge to fist his tie like I frequently do, because that’ll drop him back into boy.
“How do you want me to ride you?” I ask.
