Brock swallowed. Fuck, she was something.
“Suck it,” he said, his voice catching in his throat. The lack of control, the need to come—he wasnotin his comfort zone right now. And she knew that and was using it to her advantage.
She continued moving upward over his torso and chest until the scruff of his chin scratched the inside of her thighs. He glanced down toward the lips of her pussy, perfectly pink and glistening with arousal. He couldn’t stop himself and licked his lips.
Her eyes flared as she watched him. “Apologize properly, and then maybe I’ll consider releasing you.” She lowered her cleft down onto his waiting mouth.
A groan rumbled through the woman on top of him as he carefully scratched her inner thighs with his chin and cheeks while flicking out his tongue to brush her clit.
She groaned again and shamelessly pressed into his face, taking what she wanted, what she needed. He loved how strong she was, how bossy and demanding. It would be a power struggle between the two of them for sure, because he was just as much a control freak, but he also liked a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to fight for it. No, the mother of his child was no weak little kitten sitting in the corner. She was a lioness, just as ready to fight and defend as he was.
“Fuck my pussy,” she demanded. “Fuck it with your mouth.”
He did as he was told and sucked on her folds before letting his tongue dart in and out, plunging deep inside only to retract and then do the whole thing over again. She rode his face for a while, reveling in the power. He’d let her have the power—for now. Once the cuffs were off, she’d be beneath him and paying dearly for this little role-reversal trick of hers.
She continued to rock against him, soft moans and feminine sighs letting himknow he was doing just what she liked. He drank her down, her sweet honey pouring across his tongue as her clit grew hard and swollen. She was close. Now if only she’d release his hands so he could feel her tight heat around him as well, fuck her with his fingers and truly take her the way she wanted to be taken.
Her hands drifted up, and she began pinching and pulling on her nipples. Brock loved a woman who wasn’t afraid to heighten her own pleasure, to touch herself whether he was in the room or not. She cupped her breasts and rolled them in her palms as her lips parted and she let her head loll back.
“So good,” she said with a sigh. “So. Fucking. Good.”
Brock knew she was close, but for some reason she just wasn’t getting there. “Release me so I can use my fingers,” he said, sucking hard on her clit and making her body jerk against him.
Lifting her head again, she glanced down at him. “Not a chance.” She nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment, gyrating her slippery cleft against his mouth. “But you are right, I do need more.” Humming softly to herself, she let her body slide down his face until the apex of her thighs was positioned right at his chin, her buttocks on his chest.
Brock glanced down at her with curiosity.
“Deny it all you want,” she said with a grin as she pushed her swollen lips and clit against his chin and began to move, “but you’re loving this.”
“No need to deny a thing,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She pushed her labia against his chin again and began to move, swirling and thrusting.
“This feels good?” he asked.
She moaned an incoherent yes before trailing a hand down over the small swell of her abdomen to the V of her legs. She spread her lips wide and began to rub circles around her clit.
God, the sight was something to behold. Never in a million years did Brock think he’d ever get so damn lucky.
“It hurts … kind of, but not in a bad way. Your chin is so prickly and my skin sosensitive.” She moaned again. “So, so good.”
He wiggled his chin back and forth and up and down, hitting the underside of her clit just right while her fingers did their job on top. She exploded in a matter of seconds, pushing her hips up harder onto his chin, letting the coarse hair rub against her slick flesh.
Seconds later, she rolled to the side of the bed, her arm casually draped over her eyes and her chest heaving with each ragged breath.
Brock’s balls throbbed with a dull, painful ache between his legs. “You, uh … you going to let me come or what?” he asked, taking great care to hide the desperation in his voice.
Slowly, almost drunkenly, she sat up on her knees and looked at him. “No. Not unless you explain to me why the hell you thought siccing Rex on me was a good idea.”
He rolled his eyes. “I didn’tsicRex on you. I asked him to do me a favor. You need to be safe. You’re carrying my child, and I think you’re in danger. Even now that you’ve switched to light duty, Slade is still a problem. And as far as the other two dorks go … ” He actually was a bit remorseful for the other two morons ambushing her at the store. He’d have to knock some sense into them later. He glanced up at her. “Sorry.”
She let out a huff through her nose. “Wasn’t exactly how I wanted to meet your family. Dead on my feet after work.”
A smirk tickled the corner of his mouth. Jeez, this woman made him smile a lot. It was weird. But not altogether unpleasant. “For the record,” he started, fighting the urge to squirm from the throbbing need between his legs, “they texted me before you got home and said they like you and think you're cute.”
“You knew I was coming home pissed?”
He nodded. “Though this kind ofpunishmentis way better than the screaming match I’d been anticipating.”
