She looks up at me, eyes blazing with hunger, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. Fuck, I want to ravage that mouth. Instead, I hold myself back. Right now, I want her in control.
“Tell me what you want, Wildcard.”
Her lips curl into a wicked grin and she leans back, propping herself up on her hands as she watches me like a queen from her throne.
“Take your pants off,” she orders.
Holding her gaze, I do as I’m told, unbuttoning my pants and shoving them down my legs before kicking them to the side.
“Boxers too,” she purrs.
I grin and shove my underwear off as well.
Naked, my hardening cock on full display, I straighten and wait for her next commands.
She lets her eyes drink me in, taking her time, clearly savoring the sight of me. Finally, she stands up and saunters toward me, hips swaying. Pressing her finger in the middle of my chest, she circles me, dragging it along my skin, causing goosebumps to break out in its wake.
“Do you know how wet I get watching you play?” she asks in a sultry tone.
I gulp. “No… how wet?”
She comes to a stop when she’s in front of me again and smirks up at me. “So wet, I’ve soaked my panties.”
My breath leaves me in a rush. Holy shit, this woman is so sexy, she makes my brain melt.
“Don’t move, ” she whispers.
Lowering herself to her knees, Rylee wraps her hand around the base of my cock. I hiss out a breath and then groan when she brings the head to her lips and licks along the slit.
“Fuck,” I growl, my fingers twitching at my sides with the urge to grab her head. I resist, though, not wanting to overstep when she’s the one firmly in charge.
“Mmmm, good boy.”
Turning her pretty eyes up to me, she licks me slowly from base to tip before opening her mouth and taking me between her lips. My head falls back and I groan as pleasure dances through me.
Fuck, she’s good. She knows how to tease with her tongue and alternates between sucking on just the tip and bringing the full shaft deep into her mouth.
“That feels so good,” I moan. “Shit, Wildcard… you’re going to make me lose my mind.”
She chuckles and the vibrations the sound causes shoot straight up my dick, tightening my balls.
“I love how big and thick you are,” she murmurs, pulling back to blow a puff of air against my tip. “Love gagging on this hard cock.”
“It’s all yours,” I groan.
Rylee sucks me back into her mouth, taking me to the back of her throat. Dragging her nails down my thigh, she cups my sack, gently massaging it as she starts to bob her head up and down my cock faster and faster. My blood heats until it feels like fire is burning through my veins and my control starts to slip. I want to grab her and fuck her mouth, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling it to control her speed and depth.
However, my desire to give her what she wants - control, dominance, confidence - outweighs my own instincts to take over.
When I can feel the pressure building deep in my belly, I growl, “Rylee… you’re going to make me come like this if you don’t stop.”
She flicks her gaze up to me again and grins around my cock. I drag a hand through my hair and grit my teeth as she continues her sweet torment for several moments before finally letting me go.
“As much as I want you to come all over my face,” she chuckles, standing, “I want you to fuck me more. Undress me.”
I immediately reach out and grab the hem of her jersey - my jersey - and tug it up over her head. Then I remove the t-shirt she’s wearing underneath and start undoing the button on her jeans. She watches me as I work, but doesn’t move to help, a little smile curling her lips.
My hands look huge as they move across her curvy, but small frame. The way she tilts her head back to look up at me, her green eyes blazing with confidence as she watches me do as she commands, has my cock pulsing with need.
