My brain instantly shuts down.
Every argument I had only seconds ago flees from my brain, replaced with the familiar lust thrumming deep and raw in my chest.
I want to know how she’d do it.
A million ideas come to mind. Thoughts of us fucking, and how she used to arch her body into mine for more, slam forcefully into the front of my mind. I can’t feud or dispute with that.
I’m always going to want her.
It doesn’t matter how pissed off I am or how we landed here…everything in me longs for Bay Astor. She’s a fucking plague I’m infected with and fiending for more.
More torture.
More knots in my gut.
More reckless and fucked up thoughts.
“I don’t think you have a right to ask me anything,” I vouch simply, still retaining her blue-filled gaze. “What makes you think I’d want you to play along?”
“Because you love me,” she replies confidently, without blinking. “And I bet you’ve been wanting to punish me.”
“I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Bay lifts her shoulders off my direct response, then stubbornly crosses her arms along her chest and slowly circles around my body. “Your orgasm. You can do whatever you want.”
She’s at my back, and I can feel her exploration of my body lick up my spine. For a moment, I feel like prey, caught in her web of need and control.
However, I don’t move, trying to get into my blowjob and how Bay hasn’t punched me in the back of my head yet.
“Does he feel good?” she mutters, sounding a bit closer, but I can’t see her. “Does he do that thing where he hits the back of his throat and gags a little?”
She did.
My jaw tics through the recollection, but I refuse to lash out.
Instead, the dude blowing me pops off my cock and says, “Do you mindnotnarrating what the hell I’m doing—” He stops when Bay’s fingers lace through his hair, brushing lightly against mine, but they don’t stay there.
No, she bends over to get eye-level with my current distraction and bestows a good view of her ass in hernot-so-innocent dress.
“I’m only helpin’ you out,” she croons sweetly, guiding his mouth back to my length. “Now, put those skills to work like a good boy, and I’ll throw in a good word for you about how good you suck.”
I don’t care that the guy who agreed to do this is getting semi-bullied into complying. My focus is too enamored with the curve of her ass and the narrow cut to her hips from losing a bit of weight.
My eyes instinctively skate to her stomach, causing mine to drop.
She lost the baby. It’s not there anymore.
Bay straightens her spine before my mind can gothere,and her fingers shove roughly into the back pocket of my jeans. “Some more money for your time. And for what I’m about to do to you.”
My expression skews from her vague-ass comment, realizing the sheer pettiness of her actions before Bay Astor is up in my fucking face, and her mouth is crashing possessively into mine.
Her lips are as soft as I remember, and my body has zero problem connecting the dots that once were us.
Bay’s tongue slides easily between my lips, catching me off guard and building the desire that only courses through me forher.
It’s hot and mindless. My forearm wraps around her waist to pull her closer while her face dips, and her mouth attacks the column of my neck.
With the combination of my cock being sucked and Bay Astor at my throat, I’m rock hard again without the need to getintothe moment.
