Her chest lifts, steady, and I bottom out, the head of my cock pressed to the back of her throat. The sharp rush of her exhale fans against my balls, and my head tips back on a ragged curse.
“Keep breathing, beautiful.” My rhythm steadies now that I’ve taken the edge off, my hips working into her mouth in long, controlled strokes. She doesn’t gag, not once. Christ, she’s built to ruin me.
One hand slides lower, finding the slick mess between her thighs. She rises slightly as my fingers trap her clit, stroking until she’s shuddering, wetness coating my hand. “You hear that?” I growl, thrusting deeper. “Already so wet for me. Thinking about riding my cock while you choke on it.”
Her muffled moan answers, her throat vibrating around me, and I almost lose it again. Tears streak her cheeks, spit glistening across her lips, strands of hair clinging to damp skin. She’s wrecked and beautiful and mine at this moment.
“Good girl,” I grit, hips snapping harder. “Take me all the way—every fucking inch—and then I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
She grabs the sheets and stills, leaning her head back even further. Fuck me. I slam in, holding still once I’m balls deep in her mouth.
“Fuck, yes.” My eyes squeeze shut as she swallows around me. So fucking tight I can barely stand it.
I slip free from her mouth and she draws in a sharp breath, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. I kneel beside her, loosening the top sheet to gently wipe her face. She closes her eyes for a moment under my touch, letting me tend to her. I take my time, dragging the fabric gently across her skin until there’s no trace of what just happened—only her, soft and radiant.
When I’m done, I slip an arm behind her shoulders. “Up, dolcezza,” I say, helping her sit. She leans against me for a beat, her breath warm against my neck. I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand, press it into her hands, and steady it while she drinks. My thumb strokes the side of her jaw, grounding her.
“You were perfect for me,” I tell her, looking deep in her eyes. “The sweetest girl, giving me everything I wanted.”
Her eyes flutter, hazy with lust and praise, but there’s a flicker of warmth there too—something soft that threatens to undo me more than any orgasm could. She smiles, lips curling.
“Lie down, Theo.”
I place the glass back on the nightstand and make my way to the center of the bed, doing as I’m told. This woman could tell me to walk off a cliff right now and I would ask how she wanted me to do it.
She straddles my hips, her pussy hovering just above my dick. Her mouth captures mine in a kiss that steals the last breath frommy lungs. It’s feral, her tongue dancing with mine until I’m certain she’s going to drive me mad. Just as I arch my hips, desperate to feel her, she pulls away, her lips trailing a scorching line down my throat.
She kisses and nips on her descent down my chest until she focuses on my nipple. Holy fuck. Circling it with her tongue, each pass shoots straight to my dick. She looks up at me with hooded eyes and I’m thinking she’s going to continue downward until I feel the sharp sting of teeth on my nipple. My cock jumps.
“Holy shit,” I pant.
She continues on the other side, languid strokes of her tongue punctuated with bites. I’m going to have marks tomorrow. I’ll wear them proudly. I might even take pictures to document it.
With a growl, I grip her thighs and roll, flipping her onto her back so fast her gasp catches in my mouth. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and wedge my hips between her legs, my cock hard and throbbing where it presses against her soaked heat. Her breath catches, eyes wide, lips parted in surprise and something far filthier.
“You want power, baby?” I grind against her. “You can have it. But you better remember—Itake it backwhen I want it.”
She arches, straining beneath me. “God, Theo?—”
“Beg me to fuck you, sweetheart. I want to hear how badly you need it.”
She stiffens beneath me,her eyes wild, lips parted like she’s already halfway to begging. I don’t move. Not yet. I keep my hips locked between her thighs and press her wrists harder into the mattress, watching her squirm under the weight of the command.
“Say it,” I command, voice rough with restraint. “Tell me how badly you need me to fuck you.”
Her breath catches. “You already know?—”
“That’s not what I asked for.”
I lean in, grazing my nose along the edge of her jaw, letting her feel every ounce of the control I’m holding back for her. Her pulse kicks against my lips when I kiss the spot just below her ear.
“I want the words, Lilly,” I whisper. “I want to hear you beg for this cock.”
She lets out the smallest whimper—frustrated, desperate—and it goes straight to my dick. I grind against her again, just enough to make her curse, just enough to remind her who owns her body tonight.
“Fuck, Theo,” she breathes, trying to roll her hips. “Please. I need you. I want you to fuck me.”
My mouth curves against her throat, pride and possession blooming hot beneath my skin. She’s everything right now—writhing beneath me, eyes blown wide with need, and all mine. Every inch of her trembling.
