I’m half-tempted to lock us in this room so she can keep doing this when I’m back and ready. To hold these moments and not allow anyone else to spoil them.
AKA Wallace.
“Look at you,” I praise, lacing my fingers into her thick black hair. “So fucking perfect, Little T.” She opens her mouth wide, running her tongue up the bottom of my cock as she gives me a view of it inside. “You make this quick, and we’re only doing it again.”
The tip of my dick rubs against the length of her wet tongue, and she wraps her wicked mouth around me and sucks.
Light and innocent.
I don’t know if she’s torturing me on purpose, or if she thinks I might like it, but I’m so wound up from the last few days that I can’t help but take over.
I can’t help but make her mine and show her how I like it.
Everything in me screams for carnal release. Her energy sets my whole world on fire, and I desire nothing more than to claim, mark, and have her gag all over me. My tightly bonded restraint is lacking when I want her to pay some more for what she’s done to me, but I don’t search for it.
Not when my cock is hitting the back of her throat, and she’s looking up at me for air.
I bestow some, keeping myself in her mouth as her blue eyes water. My fingers grip back at her hair as I pull her head back, my dick falling from her mouth as I rub myself out over her lips.
“You’re going to make me come all night, Little T,” I promise her. “And you’re going to get nothing in return.” Her little brows descend, that pride of hers wanting to clap back at me, but she refrains. “Don’t like that idea?”
“Can’t say I’m a fan,” she says through heavy pants. “However, whatever it takes to show you I’m serious. I meant what I said when I agreed we’re a team. Nothing changes between us.”
I shove my cock in her mouth and tighten my teeth together. “I don’t want to be just a team; I’m bent on you being mine. Every day and night, I come to you if I want to fuck, kiss, or bring you out with me. I don’t have to call. I don’t have to fucking make plans. I just do.”
She sucks me off, and I don’t know if it’s to shut me the hell up or her agreeing to everything I’m saying, but I can’t stop.
Bay feels too good.
She’s a perfect combination to keep me on my toes, even though half of the time she pisses me off. Yet, like this, I can argue and get my point across by doing what we are right now.
“Does that sound good to you, Little T?” I cup her chin, saliva dripping down her skin, and it’s sexy as hell. “I’ll cook you dinner and you sit on my dick while we watch TV?”
Bay makes a low sound of what comes off as approval as I slow my pace and allow her to work me how she wants.
“Make me come,” I order. “And I want you to swallow every last drop for me.”
She works for my release, clutching my thigh with one hand. Bay could earn a living doing what she is right now. I’d gladly give her the job because every lap of her tongue is the best torture. Those lips suck and waste me away into a flurry of pure lust at the sight of this feisty woman before me, someone who doesn’t easily take orders from anyone, and I’ve seen her at her worst.
I want in her heart.
I guess that’s the dopey way of putting it. I wish to consume her, the same way she’s beginning to take over me, and I never thought we’d get here.
I’m just tired of fighting it.
The base of my spine tingles, warning of the abrupt cliff that’s my orgasm. I tighten my grip on Bay’s hair, commanding she doesn’t stop. She keeps challenging me so I can do all of this.
Bay takes me into the back of her throat, and I moan through the sensation.
Then the fucking door to my old childhood bedroom opens quietly, snapping my attention to it.
And it’s Oz.
Shit.
His gaze descends the length of me and to Bay, bobbing around my shit and forcing my body to finally submit.
I jerk my head, silently saying he can come in if he wants, but he’s never shown any interest in getting head orcloseto someone,for that matter.
