Ididn’t think anything in this room could undo me. Not the crib I’d wrestled with for two hours, nor the tiny stack of clothes I’d folded with hands too damn big for the job. Not even the glider, which I was convinced NASA engineers couldn’t have put together more by the book.
But Dani sitting in that chair now, thighs spread, belly round under her stretchy shorts and tank top, face lined up perfectly with the cock jutting out of the top of my sweatpants?
That fucking undid me.
Her green eyes were locked on mine like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at, and fuck if I didn’t believe her. One hand stroked lazily along my length, teasing, as the chair rocked beneath her in a slow, steady rhythm that made my head spin.
“Kitten,” I rasped, curling my hand around the armrest just to keep from grabbing her hair and shoving myself deeper into her touch. “You don’t have to—”
She cut me off with a look that made my cock weep. “I want to.”
And then she proved it, leaning forward and wrapping her mouth around the head of me in one slow, devastating stroke. Heat and wet and tongue—filthy perfection. My hips jerked before I could stop them, and she hummed like she liked it, like she was asking for more.
“Christ, Dani.”
My hands left the armrest and sank into her hair, tangling in the soft strands as if I could anchor myself there. She let me, lashes fluttering, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
The chair creaked softly beneath us, rocking in time with every shaky breath I pulled in. My grip tightened in her hair as she dragged her tongue along the underside of me before sucking harder, swallowing me deep. Deep enough to make my vision blur at the edges.
“Easy,” I choked, though my grip contradicted the word. “You’re gonna kill me, kitten.”
It was goddamn torture trying not to come right there.
The glider rocked beneath her, back and forth, steady and obscene. She set the pace, lips dragging up, tongue circling, then sinking down again until her nose nudged the wiry hairs at the base of my cock. Every hot drag of her mouth, every wet swirl of her tongue made my whole body tighten like a bowstring. But what really took it up a notch was the way she looked at me while she did it. Like she was giving me something I didn’t deserve but would kill to keep.
“Fuck.” It was getting harder and harder—pun intended—not to lose control. On second thought, maybe that was what she wanted. “You want more?”
She dug her nails into my thighs in answer, daring me.
“Hold still,” I ground out, my hands tightening in her hair. She moaned around me and my hips jerked, the wet sound of her throat taking me only adding to the madness. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes when I pushed deeper, and the sight nearly broke me in half.
Raw, messy,fuckingbeautiful. Just the way I loved her.
“That’s a good girl,” I rasped, holding her in place while I buried my cock down her throat. “You take me so fucking good.”
She gagged softly, her nails digging crescents into my thighs, and I felt her hum against me.
“Cup my balls,” I ordered, my voice breaking on the words. She obeyed instantly, one small hand sliding underneath to cradle me while I held her head steady, filling her mouth. The added pressure tore another curse from my throat. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips, glistening as it dripped down her chin, coating my balls. My cock throbbed against her tongue, and the sight of her, wrecked, obedient,swallowing me whole, was enough to unravel every last thread of control I had left.
Tenderness snapped like a rubber band. I pulled back, her lips dragging along my length until just the tip rested against her swollen mouth. She barely had a second to gasp in a breath before I drove back in, the wet heat of her throat swallowing me down again.
I fucked into her mouth in short, ruthless thrusts, one hand tangled tight in her hair, the other gripping the armrest so hard I swore I’d snap the wood. Her throat clenched around me, tears streaming now, and the sight of it was enough to drag a snarl from my chest.
“Look at you,” I growled, my hips slamming forward again. “Taking me like you’re made for it. You love this, don’t you?”
You love me, don’t you?
The chair rocked beneath her in rhythm with my thrusts, squeaking like it was protesting, but I couldn’t stop. Not when she was gagging softly, drool dripping down to coat my balls, and looking up at me like she’d let me ruin her this way forever.
And she wasn’t just taking it.
She was grinding against the seat, her hips shifting restlessly, chasing her own relief even with her mouth stretched wide around my cock. The sight of her rubbing that sweet cunt against the cushion while I fucked her throat just about killed me.
“Jesus, kitten.” I groaned, my cock pulsing so hard I had to grit my teeth. “You gonna make yourself come like this? While I’m in your mouth?”
She hummed low in her throat, and the vibration shot straight up my spine.
