His right arm was covered with tattoos, but his left was bare, which I found sexy as hell. He had a Dogs of Fire logo across his rib cage and I ran a finger over it, his abs contracting as I did. His muscles had muscles and my tongue fully planned to follow the sinewy map as far as it went.
“You are a beautiful man, Lincoln.”
“Thanks, Angel.”
“I want to see the rest.”
“Quid pro quo, Lyric.”
“Huh-uh. My money, my time,” I argued.
“I told you I’m payin’ that back.”
“No, you’re not. The check has already cleared and Melody doesn’t want the money,” I said, tugging at the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. “She would have donated it outright, anyway.”
Doom slid his arm around my waist and walked me backwards to the chair, helping me sit down, then removing the rest of his clothes.
“Lordy,” I breathed out at the sight of his cock. “Thatis perfect.” I licked my lips and wrapped my hand around its girth. He stepped closer and I ran my tongue up the length then wrapped my mouth around the tip, taking him deeper and deeper until his dick touched the back of my throat. I couldnotget enough.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. “You need to slow down, Angel, or I’m gonna come.”
I pulled back, releasing him with a smack. “How long does it take you to recover?”
“Not long.”
“Then, come when you want to come.” I took his cock back in my mouth and took him deep again, sucking and moving my hands in time with my mouth. God, he tasted incredible.
His fingers slid into my hair and his hands gripped my scalp as he began to fuck my face, then his body locked and I knew he was close.
“Now, Angel,” he rasped, and I gripped his legs as he exploded in my mouth.
I took every drop and swallowed as he cupped my face, leaning down to kiss me. “Amazing.”
“Agreed.” I ran my tongue over my lips. “I could spend my day feasting on you.”
“Good to know.” He chuckled. “Your turn.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
He helped me up, sliding my T-shirt over my head, then removing my bra. I had to hold onto his waist to keep my balance.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“You need to get off that leg?”
“Not yet. I’ll tell you.”
“Okay, Angel.” He bent down and drew a nipple into his mouth biting gently, then blowing. I slid my fingers into his hair and gripped his scalp.
He kissed his way down my belly, kneeling in front of me and sliding my skirt down my legs, leaving me in just my panties and boot.
“Don’t get too turned on by the boot, Doom. I was warned it can make a man come in five-point-two.”
“I’ll do my best.” He chuckled, burying his face between my legs, his mouth covering my mound over my panties.
Hooking his fingers under the waistband, he slid them down my thighs, maneuvered them over my boot and threw them in the corner, then his mouth was back to its task and his beard was adding to the sensation. I dropped my head back. God, this was amazing. I’d never even kissed anyone with a beard, so this was magical. He ran a tongue over my clit, then between my already wet folds and I gripped his scalp again in an effort to stay upright.
