I silenced him by wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, feeling the hot, velvety steel of him pulse against my palm. Then I leaned forward and swiped my tongue flat and slow over that glistening bead. His taste exploded on my tongue—salty, musky, uniquely Drew.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through me. His hand came down to tangle in my hair, not forcing, just holding, anchoring himself as I opened my mouth wider and took the head inside.
I swirled my tongue around the sensitive ridge beneath the crown, savoring the way his hips jerked involuntarily. His fingers tightened in my hair. “Jesus Christ,” he hissed,looking down at me, his eyes blazing. “That mouth…fuck, baby, your mouth is heaven.”
I sank down farther, relaxing my throat so I could take more of him. His breath hitched, muscles going tight, when my cheeks hollowed and I eased back, slow enough to make him feel every inch. I plunged down again, setting a rhythm that was slow and deep as I savored every inch.
His groans became a continuous rumble in his chest, punctuated by sharp gasps when I did something he particularly liked—like flicking my tongue rapidly against that sensitive spot on the underside just below the head, or applying suction as I slid back up.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Kneeling there like a fucking goddess, taking me so good. So fucking good.” His free hand found my cheek, thumb stroking the corner of my mouth where it stretched around him. “Feel how hard you make me? What you do to me? It’s all for you, Harper. Only for you now.”
His words sent a fresh wave of wetness between my legs. I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse sharply and thrust shallowly into my mouth.
I loved this—the power, the taste, the sounds he made, the way his body trembled under my touch.
I picked up the pace, bobbing my head faster, sucking harder, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t take. His breathing became ragged, his hips starting to pump in tiny, uncontrolled jerks. The hand in my hair tightened, guiding me, not forcing, but urging me deeper, faster. I knew he was close.
Before I could get him to the edge of no return, he yanked himself out of my mouth with a guttural groan.
The sudden loss left me gasping, my lips swollen and wet. I looked up at him, dazed and needy.
He was breathing like he’d run a marathon, chest heaving, sweat beading his brow. His eyes were wild and pupils huge. “Not yet,” he panted, shaking his head. He cupped my face, his thumb wiping saliva from my lower lip. “Not tonight. I want to be inside you when I come. Buried so deep you feel it for days.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, to where my thighs were pressed together, aching. “Need to feel you come around me first. Fuck, baby, I need to watch you fall apart.”
He grabbed a condom from the drawer of the side table and quickly rolled the latex down his thick length. When he was sheathed, he looked at me and then the couch. He sat down and gripped his cock, stroking it once.
“Come here, gorgeous. Come ride this cock that belongs to you.”
I stood up slowly, not because I was trying to be seductive, but because my knees felt a little weak. How did this man always reduce me to a puddle of arousal?
I was too needy to bother stripping out of my clothes, so I just pulled off my pajama shorts and underwear and then straddled his lap, grabbing his cock and placing it at my entrance. His hands immediately went to my hips, his fingers digging in possessively.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. The stretch was exquisite, a delicious burn as my body opened to take him in. He was big, filling me so completely it stole my breath. Even after all the sex we’d already had, it always took a minute for my body to adjust to him.
I sank down inch by torturous inch, feeling him stretch me and fill me, until I was fully seated and his hips were pressed flush against mine. A low, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest. My inner muscles clenched instinctively around the thick intrusion, drawing a sharp hiss from him.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathed, his hands sliding up my sides under my shirt to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my tight nipples and my breath stuttered. “You’re always so tight and wet for me. Made for me.” He whispered the last part like he didn’t intend for me to hear it, but I did and it only made me love him more.
I lifted myself up slowly, almost letting him slip out completely before sinking back down and taking him deep again. The friction was intense and sparked pleasure low in my belly. His hands tightened on my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples harder and sending jolts of electricity straight to my clit.
I moaned, my head falling back as I found a rhythm that had me riding the edge of a dangerous pleasure that threatened to tear me apart.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice a rough caress. “Ride me. Use my cock. Make yourself feel good.” His eyes were glued to where our bodies joined, watching himself disappear inside me again and again. “Look at you taking me so well. Fuck, you’re beautiful. So fucking sexy, even with that damn strip on your nose.” He chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. “Maybe especially with it. Knowing you’re mine like this…all messy and real.”
A laugh burst out of me followed by a moan from both of us when laughing caused my inner muscles to clench harder on him.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
His words—filthy and tender at the same time—fanned the flames inside me. I moved faster, riding him harder. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and low moans. Pleasure coiled deep in my core with every downward stroke and every grind of my clit against the base of his cock.
His hands left my breasts, one sliding down to grip my hip again, guiding my movements and urging me faster and harder, while the other slipped between our sweat-slicked bodies. His thumb found my clit, slick with my own arousal, and began circling it with firm, insistent pressure.
I cried out, the sensation almost too much. My rhythm faltered. “Drew!”
“That’s it. Right there, baby,” he murmured, his thumb working magic. “Let go and come for me. Squeeze my cock with that perfect little cunt.”
The combination of his words, his touch, the thick fullness inside me—it was too much. Pleasure detonated through me, a white-hot explosion that started deep in my core and radiated outwards in blinding waves. My body clamped down hard on his cock, milking him as I shuddered violently against him, a broken cry tearing from my throat. Stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Yes! Fuck, yes, Harper,” he ground out, his own hips bucking up off the couch, driving into me even deeper as I convulsed around him. “That’s it. Milk me. Take it all.” He held me tight through the tremors, his thumb still working my oversensitive clit, prolonging the shattering waves until I was gasping and boneless, slumped against his chest.
