I ask one more time, “What was I calling?”
Gritting his teeth, he finally replies, “Chantel. You were calling out her name.”
His hand tightens in my hair as he brings my lips closer to his pulsating shaft. With eyes raised to him, I let out a deep breath, teasing his sensitive skin.
“That’s because I was thinking about her.”
His head falls back, and the muscles and veins in his neck pull taut as his body trembles. His pleasure at just my breath on his flesh is intoxicating. He’s making me feel like a queen as I kneel before him.
Finally, he releases his grip on his cock, and I replace his hand with my own, grasping the base of his shaft. Leaning forward, I lick the wet tip of his desire and delight at the deep groan that rumbles from his throat. Encouraged by the hand fisting in my hair, I take him inside my mouth.
He might have had a problem admitting his feelings for me earlier, but when it comes to physical action, I own Phillipe Tibideau right now, just like he owns me.
Rubbing my tongue against the underside of his cock, I suck him between my lips and drag my mouth up his throbbing length. He’s not letting me get away that quick, though. He grips my hair, thrusts his hips, and slides in deep. He’s so deep that I have to concentrate on not choking from his sheer size. Grunting softly, he starts to move, fucking my mouth over and over as I hold on to the edge of the tub.
I can feel my core clenching with each sensuous stroke he makes into my mouth, and this time, as I raise my eyes, I see him looking down at me. He’s watching his cock, glistening with a combination of my saliva and his pre-cum, as he pulls out from between my wet lips. It’s messy and dirty, and I love every minute of it.
He clenches his jaw as his eyes dilate. He’s gone, lost. This time, it’s in me, and I bask in the high I get from that. Tears start to leak out of the corners of my eyes from the sheer force of his thrusts and the raw emotions that are riding me hard. I’m shocked when his hands leave my head and he reaches down to grab my shoulders.
As his cock slips free of my mouth, he pulls me from the tub, and I gasp. My wet body is hauled out and turned around to be propped up on the bathroom counter.
Leaning back against the cool mirror, I stare into the eyes of a man who looks like he’s about to crack, and I want to be the one who breaks him. Smiling seductively, I run my eyes over him as I slowly part my legs and reach down between my wet thighs, running my fingers over my clit.
“Wider,” he says gruffly, reaching down to fist his cock.
Spreading my legs more, I notice when his hand starts to move faster.
“I’m going to fuck you in a minute, Gemma, and it’s going to be hard.” He punctuates his sentence with another rough stroke. “If you don’t want that, then shut those sexy thighs and get the fuck out of here.”
Instead of leaving, I push my finger inside myself in invitation. His nostrils flare as his fisting quickens. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I suck my finger, and before I know it, he snaps.
He grabs my wrist tightly, wraps an arm around my waist, and tugs me to the edge of the counter as he wedges his body between my thighs.
“Do it again,” he insists roughly.
I reach down and push my finger inside. I arch forward, bringing me only an inch away from his mouth, smirking as I bring up my hand to tap his lower lip.
He bites the tip of my finger. “This doesn’t change anything, Gemma.”
I push my finger into his mouth, and as he sucks it clean, I place my lips by his ear. “Of course not. Why would it?”
Pulling his head away, he shifts a little so his cock is finally touching the opening of my weeping folds. “Indeed,” he mumbles.
He fills me with one hard thrust. Reaching around me, he clutches my ass cheeks with his big hands and pulls me even closer, burrowing deeper into my soaked center.
“Un-fucking-believable.” He groans as he starts to move, one slow pull out and one solid stroke back in. “A fucking fist—your pussy is like a fucking tight fist.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and whimper as he starts to pick up the pace. Biting my lip, I arch my breasts into his chest and start to roll my hips into his.
Not having a clue what possesses me, I lean up and whisperhername into his ear.
“Chantel,” I moan softly. “Is that what you would say?”
It seems as if his game has rubbed off on me, and I delight in the reaction I receive. He grips my ass tighter as a growl emerges from his chest.
“When you were deep inside of her, Phillipe, did you scream out her name or whisper it softly in her ear?Chantel.”
I taunt him again and again, making him groan. Pulling away from me sharply, he locks eyes with mine.
