“Wow.” Jess collapsed against him, breathless. “See?” she said, turning her face to meet his gaze.
And hell if he didn’t see what she meant. He imagined what it would be like to surrender himself one hundred percent to his desires, to give himself over to the need burning inside him and let go, pound his hips against hers until release crashed into him as strong as it had just taken Jess.
But he couldn’t do it. He could never be free of the control binding him. Too many years of practice held him tight as a board.
She slid down his chest, disappearing beneath the blanket, and kissed the head of his dick, just a quick kiss that nonetheless made him jerk against her lips. “How bad do you need me right now?” she asked, her warm breath teasing his aching flesh. “On a scale of one to ten. One being a total limp dick.” She kissed him again, proving his dick was anything but limp. “And ten being ready to beg for mercy.”
Pretty damn close to an eight.“Five.”
“You’re such a liar.” She traced her tongue over him, and his cock throbbed painfully. “It is going to be so much fun making you beg tonight.”
“I’m not going to beg.”
“Oh yes, you are.” She took him in her mouth, plunging him so deep, his vision went hazy. She sucked hard, once, twice, and then released him from her mouth with a wet pop. “Because I’d say you’re already at least at an eight.”
Fucking hell.For the first time in his life, he actually considered begging.
