I pull back before pushing forward. This time, she takes more, swallowing reflexively when I hit the back of her throat. I pull out when she gags and wait to see how she reacts.
“More,” she whispers, licking her lips.
“She’s trying to fucking kill me,” I curse, unable to stop myself. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
She hums around me like the vixen she is, and I swear I go cross-eyed. Gently, I fuck her mouth, gradually picking up my pace when she’s comfortable enough.
“You’re taking me so fucking well, angel,” I hiss, thrusting into her mouth and holding there. “Breathe through your nose. I want to feel your throat squeezing the fuck out of my cock.”
Her eyes start watering, but she does as I ask, and not once does she tap out. I feel my balls tighten and my legs tremble as my control slips. As much as I’d like to come down her throat, I ache to flood her pussy with my cum. I pull back, groaning at the string of saliva attaching her lip to my cock.
“I need to be inside you so fucking bad.”
“I need that too.”
I reach down and lift her before laying her on the bed. She spreads her legs wide as I fist my cock and move between them.
“Condom? I’m clean. I get tested regularly for fighting, and I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”
“Really?”
“It’s habit more than necessity now, but it’s easy to spill blood when you’re fighting, even at the gym?—”
She slips her fingers over my lips. “I meant about not being with anyone since you met me.”
I nip her fingers with my teeth as I move closer, sliding the tip of my cock up and down her slick pussy. “I knew you were mine the second I laid eyes on you. I’d have waited a lifetime longer if I needed to for you to realize I’m yours.”
She swallows, her eyes turning glassy as her hips start to move, seeking more friction. “I was tested…for everything. I’m clean and I have an IUD.”
“You sure? I’ll do whatever you want.”
“I’m sure. I want to feel everything.”
I take her words as gospel and slide inside her, gliding all the way home.
“Oh fuck!” She grasps the sheets, her eyes wide and fixed on mine.
“You feel so fucking good, angel.” I dip my head and kiss her, fucking her mouth with my tongue as I thrust my cock inside her. I start like a gentleman and fuck her nice and slow, wanting her to feel every inch of me stretching her but not wanting to cause her any pain.
When she claws at my back, I pick up my pace before I’m practically fucking her into the mattress. “Jesus fuck, I need you to come, Citi. I can’t hold on much longer, you feel too fucking good.”
She shakes her head from side to side, riding the precipice of control and submission until I slide a hand between us and strum her clit like a guitar. The frantic rhythm sends her careening over the edge, and I fly right over with her.
Chapter Twenty-One
CITI
The holein the knee of my jeans has never been so interesting. I tug at the frayed edges, avoiding all eye contact with Michael.
“Citi?”
I wince and look up. He’s watching me with a blank expression, his iPad sitting on his lap. He wheels himself a little closer as I blow out a nervous breath.
“Can I ask why you’re so nervous? You didn’t appear this worried during our first meeting. Have I done something to make you feel uncomfortable?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m just...” Embarrassed, shy, worried, losing my goddamned mind?
“Citi, did something happen since I last saw you?”
