I know how some guys are.
Men can be absolutely selfish assholes in bed.
But I’m not one of them.
I gotta make sure Talia is taken care of first.
I want her completely undone.
I thrust against her, grinding hard, my cock aching to be inside her. Her head falls back, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
“Now. Please. I need you,” she repeats.
I carry her the few steps to the couch, laying her down roughly, the cushions sinking beneath her weight.
Her blue eyes lock onto mine, full of hunger, full of need. I tear off my shirt, tossing it aside, her gaze lingering on the tattoos that cover my arms.
I unbuckle my belt, the metal clinking against the buckle, but her fingers fumble with the button of my pants, her touch eager, desperate.
I slap her hands away, taking control. “Not yet,” I murmur, my voice rough, my breath coming in short gasps. “I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
I kiss her neck, my lips trailing down the curve of her collarbone, my tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. She arches into me, her moans filling the room, her body responding to every touch, every kiss.
My mouth trails lower, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them apart as I kneel between her legs.
Her lace underwear is soaked, the fabric clinging to her skin. I hook my fingers into it and tear it off, tossing it aside.
Her pussy is glistening, her lips swollen and pink, begging for my mouth.
I dive in, my tongue lapping at her clit, tasting her sweetness. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, her hips bucking against my mouth.
“Hercules,” she cries out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. “Fuck, yes. Right there.”
I smirk against her skin, savoring her reaction, but I’m not done yet.
I want to hear her scream. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it, driving her wild. Her body shakes, her walls clenching around my tongue. “God, I’m close—”
“Not yet,” I growl, pulling away, leaving her gasping.
I’m enjoying this way too much for her to already come.
Her taste on my tongue, the little sounds she makes at the back of her throat, the soft skin between her legs.
I don’t want this to end.
But I know she won’t last much longer.
“I’m going to finger you now, Sunshine,” I murmur. “And once I’m inside you—and only when I tell you it’s okay—you can let go. Do you understand?”
She looks at me with wild eyes. “Please.”
“Sunshine, did you get that?” I ask with more authority.
She whimpers, her breath hitching as her hips twitch against my hand. “Yes.”
“Then say you’ll only come once I tell you to.”
She groans, her head falling back against the couch, her blonde hair spilling across the pillow like liquid gold. “Hercules.”
