“That’s my girl.” His eyes lock on mine. “Get on your knees.”
I’ve never done this before, but I can tell by the war waging behind his stare that he needs me to give him this. I drop my hands on his knees, and sink down between his legs.
Holding my stare, he unbuckles his belt. “Pull me out,” he instructs.
Wanting to please him, I unbutton the top of his jeans and drag down the zipper. He watches my every move as I reach into his jeans and pull him out. He’s hard as stone, yet velvety soft.
“Good girl,” he hums.
My eyes flick between his as I stroke him from root to tip. He’s enjoying this–enjoying having me at his feet, submitting to his wishes.
“Open that pretty mouth.”
I do as he says, opening my mouth and wrapping my lips around him.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, gathering my hair out of my face so he can watch.
I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but the sounds he’s making and the way his thighs tense under my hands embolden me.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.”
Looking up at him through my lashes, I work him with my mouth.
“Yes, baby. God, you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth.” He praises me over and over, telling me all the dirty things he’s going to do to me.
“That’s enough.” He tugs on my hair, and I release him with a pop.
He strokes his rod with his free hand. “Get up here.”
Climbing to my feet, I put a knee to the mattress beside his hip, then do the same with the other. “Good girl,” he hums, pushingthe lace aside between my legs and guiding me down onto him, inch by agonizing inch.
“Oh,” I moan, my head falling back.
“My baby feels so good wrapped around me,” he groans as his hand wraps around my throat.
I lift my head and lock my eyes on his. I love this dominant side of him, love the way he takes control while still making me feel safe.
“Ride me, princess,” he rasps.
I lock my wrists around his neck and roll my hips, finding my rhythm. “Like this?” I pant.
“Yeah, baby. Ride that dick.” His hand on my throat tightens just enough to send electricity racing down my spine as his other hand grips my hip, guiding me.
“Yes,” I moan, rocking and rolling my hips faster.
His hand drops from my throat to grab my hip, and he uses both hands to move me harder and faster. Up and down, up and down, until finally I shatter into a million pieces, squeezing him tightly.
“Fuck!” he grunts, squeezing my hips as he empties inside me.
Chapter Eleven
Journey
“Fuck.” I groan as my cock slips free of June’s tight heat. My heart is fucking racing. I don’t know what the hell came over me.
“I lose my fucking head around you.” I run my hands up and down her thighs, loving how she shivers under my touch.
“What do you mean?” she asks, her blue eyes searching mine.
