My knees buckle, the pleasure threatening to knock me down, and I slap my palm on the wall to support myself while she rocks my damn world. “I might be the one fucking you, but I am just as fucked.”
She releases my cock with a pop. “Please, fuck me. Show me who I belong to,” she rasps.
I trace her lips with the head of my cock. “Does my woman need a reminder?”
She shakes her head. “Not a reminder. A testament.”
“Whose are you?”
“Yours, Tristan,” she breathes out.
“Worship my cock, Viviana. Don’t stop until I come down your pretty throat,” I demand, watching her through half-lidded eyes.
I’ve taught her too fucking well because she decimates my control like nothing else. Each pump, each lick shows who owns whom.
I am trying to teach her a lesson, but she so proficiently controls my pleasure, her talented mouth and ambitious side entering a competition to see me break, come undone.
“You want me to serve, I’ll serve,cuore mio. But while I am on my knees, sucking you, you’re literally at my mercy. Don’t forget that.”
Fuck, I love when she calls me that, even if in this instance it’s more to prove a point.
Eyes locked, I stroke down her hair and curl my hand in a fist around her strands, tugging her ponytail. “I’m not the one disregarding facts.”
I said the wrong thing because a mischievous gleam shines in her eyes.
She edges me so fucking well by poking the tip of her tongue in the tiny slit, then licking the vein on my shaft, sending a current to zap through me, electrifying every nerve ending. I am wired tight, desperate to discharge. But every time I am about to crash through satisfaction’s door, she shuts it in my face, keeping me on the brink.
This damn brat. My arms fall to my sides, limp as she sucks the soul from me. Clenching them, my entire body tenses to the point I am about to snap.
“Stop playing games. Make me come,” I urge, my voice ending on a plea.
“What’s the magic word?” she says, nibbling the head before she takes me down her throat, and kisses my groin.
I brace against the wall, my legs threatening to give out. It feels so good, I stand no chance.
“Fuuuck, Jesus Christ.” I forget my own damn mind.
She grazes her teeth along my length, causing every hair on my body to stand up. No woman has fucked with my head like this, owned my pleasure like this.
Making her my wife will be the most dangerous thing I have ever done. She could destroy me.
“That’s not it,” she hums around my cock, playing with my balls before stopping.
She is in charge, controlling my release, and is not shy about showing me.
“Fucking please. You’re killing me,” I groan, giving in.
It’s more than satisfying a physical need; it’s the embodiment of my submitting to my fate of pleasing her.
Every nerve ending snaps, the pleasure breaking me as I fill her mouth with my cum, coming so damn hard that my vision blackens for a few seconds.
I close my eyes, needing a moment to gather myself.
When I look down, she stares at me, a goddess who knows her worth and what she’s capable of, making me fall even deeper in love with her.
Her face radiates. “I like this method of settling our differences.”
“Why? Because you win?” I ask, my voice sounding scratchy, unfamiliar to my own ears.
