“Fuck,” Silas groaned as Hayley’s mouth closed over his rigid erection once more. “My princess loves my cock.”
Hayley smiled and sent a sultry look upward. “That’s not all I love.”
His eyes softened and the harsh strains of arousal that lined his face disappeared as he reached down to softly caress her cheek. Then, as he continued to stare, a gleam appeared and his eyes glittered with the promise of something guaranteed to make Hayley erupt in a full-body shiver.
“I want my mouth on you,” he said gutturally.
She huffed around his length, allowing it to slide all the way out until just the tip balanced precariously on her lips before she sucked him deep again, eliciting another groan of pleasure from him. He tapped her cheek in warning.
“Either I get your pussy while your mouth’s around my dick, or you lose my dick and I get my mouth on you. Choice is up to you.”
The way she saw it, in either situation she was the clear winner, but she was determined to see her seduction through. Silas allowed her control so seldom, and she wasn’t about to give it up now, even if she had to compromise.
“Oh, all right,” she said with an exaggerated pout.
In about three seconds, her body was yanked up and rotated, her pelvis lowering to his wicked tongue as her knees settled on either side of his head. Oh God, how could she possibly focus on blowing his mind when her mind was currently mush?
She licked and teased as Silas did plenty of licking and teasing of his own, and soon they were both making earthy sounds of intense pleasure as they pleasured each other with their lips and tongues.
She smiled in satisfaction as she took him to the back of her throat. This was all hers. No one had ever given this to him before. Never had he allowed anyone else to pleasure him this way. This... like him... was all hers, and no one would ever have what was hers again.
His tongue shot out, circling her clit before lapping downward to plunge inside her. She wiggled atop him, breathing through her nose as she tried valiantly to get him off before she went off like a rocket. She could feel his smile of triumph on her most sensitive flesh, and she redoubled her efforts to bring him to completion before she lost all her senses.
Ever since the first time he’d allowed her to love him, to use her mouth on him, it had been like a dam bursting. He seemed ravenous for her mouth and demanded it often. When she woke up in the mornings, he’d guide her head downward, saying without words what he wanted. In the shower, he’d push her to her knees and lose himself in her mouth before yanking her upward and fucking her from behind against the shower wall. And then there were the times when she’d wait for him to come home, on her knees, so she was the first thing he saw when he entered their apartment. He’d stride over, already loosening his fly, before thrusting deeply into her mouth. As much as he loved it, she loved it even more. He’d jokingly said that he’d created a monster. A cock monster.
She closed her eyes, using every bit of her concentration to ward off her impending orgasm so she could force him to his own first. He was close. Very close. Already she could taste the tiny spurts of his pre-cum and feel his hardness swell even larger, signaling his imminent climax.
Tightening her mouth around him, she sucked him as deeply as she could take him, until her lips wrapped around the very base of his cock. He trembled beneath her and she heard—and felt—his muttered “fuck” between her legs. Determined to get what she wanted, she sucked, lapped and licked, applying firm pressure with her mouth until finally, finally she heard his guttural cry and he arched upward, exploding into her mouth, filling it with his essence.
She was so close to her own orgasm and now that he was coming down from his, he pushed her even harder, and she hurried to reverently cleanse every inch of his cock before she became mindless.
“Give it to me,” he growled.
He gently sucked at her clit, then flicked his tongue over the throbbing bud until her legs quivered uncontrollably. She threw back her head, his name a cry on her lips, and then his tongue stabbed deeply within her. Her orgasm flashed hot, wild, nearly painful in its intensity as she bucked and writhed over his mouth. He held her hips tightly, refusing to allow her to escape the swirls of his tongue.
She slumped down on him, panting softly, her eyes closed as he continued to lick and softly nuzzle her. Then his hands palmed the globes of her ass and caressed before gently lifting her up and rotating her so he held her in his arms, her head pillowed on his shoulder.
He kissed the top of her head and held her closely, possessively, just as he always did, and she sighed in utter contentment.
“Love you,” she whispered.
His entire body tightened and then trembled in reaction. Just as it had every other time she’d said those words over the last two weeks, two glorious weeks they’d spent holed up in Silas’s apartment, completely cut off from the outside world while she’d healed and their relationship had been cemented. He’d spent every moment making it up to her, apologizing, not only in words but in actions, for the pain he’d caused her.
“Love you too, sweet girl,” he said gruffly.
Then he hoisted himself upward and sat up, hauling her with him so she now sat astride his lap, his back resting against the headboard. There was hesitation in his eyes and he looked... nervous. Hayley was astounded because Silas never looked nervous.
After a moment, he said, “There’s something I want to ask you, princess.”
For some reason she felt the strong need to reassure him. To remind him he hadn’t lost her, that she loved him and that she wasn’t going anywhere. She put her hand to his cheek and looked at him with all the love in her heart.
“You know you can ask me anything, Silas.”
He gathered her hands between them and then stared into her eyes, and she’d never seen him look so vulnerable and unguarded.
“I—”
His cell phone rang and Silas swore long and hard. Then he looked at her, apology in his eyes. “I’m sorry, princess. I’ve got to take this. It’s Drake.”
