She hums encouragingly before parting those lips and giving me her tongue.
Burying my hands in her hair, I fill her mouth and watch her eyes roll closed as her tongue laps at the gathering pre-come.
“Jesus, bebe, this mouth of yours is criminal,” I murmur, starting to move my hips, chasing the pleasure of her touch.
Her lips pull as they stretch around my cock, and I inch further down her throat. When she gags, I go to pull out, buther fingers dig into my ass, and I have no option but to give her exactly what she wants; it’s how I’m built. She makes a low whine when I stop fighting and let her choke on my dick.
“I love your lips wrapped around my cock,” I praise, brushing her hair off her face, burying them in and holding her still. Her nose is pressed up against my knot, her face is flushed pink, and her eyes implore, nearly begging me not to move.
I’m obsessed. I need this last moment.
The visual of her sucking my dick, and the knowledge my come is on her skin, is going to be a core memory. And while every cell in my body is primed and nearly feral with the intention of scarring her throat for the world to see, I’m not about to rush claiming her. I treasure her too much. I want to, though. Boy, do I fucking want to. Which is why I’m back to fucking her face nice and slowly, hoping to distract myself so we can talk on the plane.
It’s kind of working, but there’s a lot of me still thinking the best course of action right now is to throw her over my shoulder and kidnap her.
She splinters my thoughts, redirects my plans, but also seals her fate when she digs her claws into my hips and takes me right down her throat. God, she is fucking distracting.
I’m struck again by how insanely perfect she is.
Her pretty cheeks hollow, and I lose my sense of time and space when she gives me the best blow job of my life.
“Don’t swallow, bebe. Hold my come in that dirty mouth of yours. I want it back,” I insist as I hold her still, so I can feel her throat working around the tip of my cock, massaging my pleasure until my balls draw up, and I’m seeing a fucking galaxy of stars.
Her eyes glitter in her own desire and enjoyment, and I can smell how turned on she is. I move my hands into her hair, giving in to her pleas for even more. Again. She ruins all my self-control, constantly pushing me to wonder if I’m strong enough to be her Alpha. I’ll do anything to become exactly who she needs, though.
“Yes,” I groan in between praising her.
When she looks at me through her eyelashes, the vibrant color of her eyes reflecting the very emotions I’m trying not to confess, I come so fucking hard and fill her mouth so full of my orgasm that her cheeks puff out.
“Honestly, you are so fucking beautiful. Can I please touch this very pretty pussy again?” I ask, somehow swallowing the bark I was going to give about it beingmypussy.
Her eyes roll backward, and she nods frantically. I slip my fingers inside her panties before a second has passed, circling her slippery little clit with a gentle touch while I dip down to kiss her. Using my tongue and sucking gently, I take my come from her mouth. I get to watch the fireworks of her pleasure flash in her eyes and listen again to the way her breathing hitches when she comes.
Lifting her hand from my ass while she’s still trying to right herself, I hold her long fingers in mine and wait until her eyes are more focused. A cloud of questions hits the pretty blue of her eyes, but it’s gone as soon as I part my lips and let my come dribble over her engagement ring.
I twist her hand to make sure I saturate the behemoth diamond. I hate that she wears someone else’s ring, but I also hate that whoever gave it to her doesn’t realize how wrong this ring is for her.
“Really?” Her laughter is husky, proof of how good she’s been sucking my dick and moaning my name.
She unknowingly has fed my ego, making me believe I could leap fucking buildings. I’d try, too, if she asked me. I’d do anything to make her happy.
“Yeah. Now, at least I know you’ll smile when you look down at your ring.”
“There is that,” she says before surging to her feet and kissing me until both our phones are buzzing with alarms.
We don’t speak or touch again, even though I have this need to talk and never stop talking with her, saying things I never thought I would. The lift gets crowded as we go down to the departure lounge.
I can’t let her go, but at the same time, I can respect her wish to walk ahead of me. She said,there’s too many eyes seeing things that are just for us. Of course, I agreed.
The lift opens, and it’s a sign that our time together has come to a temporary end. Not a permanent one because I knew the second I saw her that this bond of ours is too real and poetic for anything less than the rest of eternity.
I can’t allow fate to give her to someone else.
“Hey, handsome, I’ll see you on the plane. And…” She leans in close, despite saying she wouldn’t. My hand cups the back of her head again as her lips are on my ear. “I’m certain we can figure out how to keep ourselves entertained for a few hours.”
And then she’s gone.
I wait until she’s walking past the chairs we sat on what feels like a lifetime ago before I step out of the elevator.
