This is for me. No one else gets to see her like this.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I rumble. “Look at you with your mouth stuffed full of my cock. You take it so well.”
She moans. It’s made filthier by the sound of her sucking on the toy. I stare at the photo, jerking my length faster.
“That’s it, baby, make it nice and sloppy.”
My stomach concaves with the breath I force out at another one of her filthy, garbled cries. I close my eyes, envisioning her more vividly. Cheeks flushed, eyes watering but taking each of my thrusts deep, keeping her mouth open for me to use. I imagine taking hold of her bound wrists by the ends of the ribbon to tug her closer while I flood her mouth with come.
“Oh, f—I’m coming,” I choke out.
She hums in pleasure as if she’s swallowing every drop spilling on her tongue.
It takes a minute to recover, pleasurable electric sparks dancing along my nerve endings. I flop back on the mattress with a satisfied groan.
“How are you so perfect?”
“That was good?”
“Hell yes. So damn good.”
I get up to clean up while I talk to her.
“I’m glad,” she murmurs shyly.
“Do you want me to?—?”
“I’m going to take a bath to take care of myself, but that means I can’t bring you with me,” she blurts. “At least not on the phone.”
“How come?”
“I only have a shower in my apartment. The tub is in the house. I can be quiet in there, but someone could hear you on the phone with me.”
I rake my teeth over my lip. “In that case, take your phone anyway. I’ll have to tell you dirty things by text instead.”
“I’d like that,” she says.
I listen for a moment to the sound of her moving around her room.
“Good. And sweetheart?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t forget to untie your wrists.”
I laugh at her strangled yelp before ending the call.
NINETEEN
EVE
The narratorfor my current listen is so good, I need to pause my crafting to fully experience his seductive voice in my ears. Lainey recommended the latest romance release from her favorite author and I’m loving it.
“Are you going to let me taste you? Lap at you until your sweet cries reach the rafters, pretty girl?”
The couple has taken shelter in a barn, caught in the rain after a trail ride. They’re both soaked to the bone, their clothes translucent, clinging to their skin. He’s skimming his fingertips up her arms and across her chest to catch the water droplets. Then he makes a show of stripping out of his shirt while she watches.
Just as the hero in the book is about to lower his mouth to go down on the heroine, the audio cuts out. I’m so absorbed in the story vividly playing out in my head, I don’t realize why. There’s a new Love Struck message from Cole.
