The whole truth.
A quiet sound escapes her – half-protest, half-need – and it bolts straight through me. My cock thrusts against my jeans, demanding that I move. But I don’t. Not yet.
‘Are you aching for me, Baby Girl?’
She licks her lips, fingers flexing at her sides. She’s more than aching; she’s imagining…
‘Then have at it.’
I lean back, hands closing around the arms of the chair as I grant her free rein – something I don’t do. Not ever. But right now, it’s what I want. What Ineed.
To be touched, to be consumed, by her.
And fuck, is it worth it to see her come alive. Her hands tremble as they slide along my thighs, body leaning in, lips inching closer…
But she doesn’t kiss me.
And my mouth is pissed. Craving it. Remembering it.
How she tasted. How she felt.
But we’ve got the contract now.
Her lines have been redrawn.
And somehow… mine have too.
Slowly, she unhooks my belt, undoes the button, her gaze never straying – does she think I’ll stop her? Change my mind? Ain’t happening.
She grips the zipper and drags it down, the metallic scrape of the teeth winding me tighter… until her hand wraps around me and a groan splinters out, breaking on my breath.
Her eyes smile up at me. ‘I thinkyouwere the one aching.’
She pumps me hard and I clench my jaw, torn between holding her gaze and watching what she’s doing. Her rhythm is deliberate, teasing, drawing it out until my thighs tense and my hips betray me.
‘I thinkyouwere a little desperate.’
I don’t deny it.
I have no desire to.
Still watching me, she bows her head. Her whispered breath hits first, and my nails dig into the chair. Then her tongue. Fuck. That tongue. She drags it along my length, circling the head before pressing me inside. Lips smooth. Mouth hot. One deep suck, then she eases back to devour the very tip. She pops me in and out, her moans and the wet smack of her lips forming the headiest soundtrack to the dirtiest torment.
And my cock can’t get enough – leaking, thrusting, desperate for more.
Her free hand slides lower, cupping my balls, and a hiss tears through my teeth as fire streaks through me.
‘You want more?’ she murmurs against my swollen slit, tongue scooping up a fresh bead, her hand driving me to the edge of madness.
‘I want it all, Baby Girl.’
She doesn’t hesitate. Her mouth sinks over me, devoted, relentless.
‘Yeah… just like that.’
I brush her hair from her face, knuckles grazing the hollow of her cheek as she takes me deeper, mouth and hand working in perfect, devastating tandem. So focused. So intent. So fucking mine.
‘There she is,’ I breathe. ‘My girl.’
