“Watch your mouth, Audrey. Answer the question.”
She swallows hard, her lips opening and closing like she can’t find the right words. Or maybe she just realized she’s been acting out, and she’s not sure of the consequences.
“Yes, I-I trust you.”
“Good. Down on your knees for me.”
Her eyes go round like silver dollars, a look of utter shock crossing her face. “What?”
Closing the distance between us in two steps, I grab her by the throat. “Did I fucking stutter? On. Your.Knees.Right now.”
Squeezing the column of her throat harder, I limit her air supply and bring her face closer.
I’m not trying to scare or hurt her. That’s the last thing I’d ever do. What I am doing is taking charge.
Her body language is an open book, and right now, the frantic pacing, suitcase-packing, her bitter tone... it all tells me she can’t control her emotions. She doesn’t know how to navigate this torrent of anger.
I do.
Swallowing hard, she obeys, dropping to her knees before me, eye-level with the inseam of my pants.
“Good girl.” I trace the line of her jaw with my knuckles. “Undo my belt.”
She’s silent, submitting without a second thought, but I notice how much she’s shaking as she lifts her hands.
“Eyes here, baby.” I grip her wrists before her fingers brush the buckle, and wait until she looks up “You’re doing okay? Give me a color.”
She swallows hard before lifting her chin higher. “Green.”
“Good. Now get to work. We don’t have all night.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. She unbuckles my belt, slides the zipper down, frees my cock and takes me in her hot, sweet mouth.
The gentle sucking motion sends a pleasant shudder through me. “Fuck,” I grunt, tying her long hair. “You’re so good at this.” So good I don’t have the urge to seize control and fuck her throat at my own pace.
She takes me deeper, her small hand wrapping around the hilt, jerking me off in rhythm with her tongue pirouetting around the head, tasting the precum beading at the tip.
It’s been a long time since a girl got me off using her mouth. Years, to be precise, but three minutes is enough for Addie to have me on edge. She’s eager, and I think she loves that, even though she’s on her knees, sheholds the power.
Addie’s effortlessly submissive. She bends to my will, but there’s a spark in her. Aneedto take the reins sometimes.
Every hastened breath and growl I let out spurs her on. I’m loving every second. I’m dying to spill down her warm throat, but she might not want that.
“That’s enough...” I wrap her locks around my wrist, tugging gently so she’ll let me go before there’s no choice.
She shakes her head, clawing my thighs and sucks me in deeper, her hand working faster.
“Addie,” I coax, nudging her chin, my self-control going to shit. “You want a taste, baby?”
Her eagerness is my only answer, and it’s enough for me to stop fighting the incoming release. My orgasm erupts at the bottom of my spine, sending a rush of heat throughout my body as I fill her sweet mouth.
She doesn’t spit it out like I expect. Not many women enjoy the taste of semen, but Addie swallows, her throat contracting around my cock and milking every drop.
And fuck if that’s not the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.
My thigh muscles cramp, but I ignore the sting as I caress Addie’s cheek, watching her release me with a quiet pop.
“That was beautiful, baby.”
