Maybe he expects me to fight him, because he looks surprised when I slide off the bed quickly and shuffle closer on my knees, reaching for his waistband. His stomach is taut, muscles tense and eyes on my movements as I slowly tug down his pants, revealing more of his hard body, the tame curls at the base of his thick shaft.
His cock springs free.
And god.God.
I’ve felt him before, that night in the car, felt how my fingers barely touched as I wrapped my hand around him. But this close, it’s almost intimidating. Decker is fuckingbig.
Before I can think too hard on how that thing is gonna fit in my mouth, he laces his fingers into my hair, angles up my face, and slots his dick between my lips. “Open up for me, Gracie.”
The moment I part my lips, he slides inside with a deep sigh. “Fuck,” he groans.
He takes his time, letting me adjust to his size.Try.Itryto adjust. I take as much of him as I can, my lips stretching, mouth filling with spit as he hits the back of my throat.
“Sexy as hell,” he rasps. “You look sexy as fucking hell with my dick in your mouth. Now take a breath and relax for me, babe.” He pushes in deeper, closing his eyes, and pulls me closer, forcing me to take more. “Fuck, your mouth is perfect. That’s right. Nice and deep. Loosen that pretty throat just like that.”
He bottoms out, and wetness floods between my legs. I gag, but he holds me in place.
“Breathe, Grace,” he directs
Obediently, I pull air in through my nose and will my throat to open just a little more.
It seems impossible, but he slides in deeper, a tremor ripping through his body as he steadies himself against me. With both hands, I encircle his base and pump, making up for what I can’t fit in my mouth, taking control ashiscontrol frays.
“Shit,” he murmurs, head tipping back.
I jerk him faster, wetting his cock with my spit, and when he thrusts, taking my mouth, fucking it roughly, I’m flooded with arousal. The room fills with the sounds of him slamming into my throat, my gagging and choking, his quiet grunts.
In minutes, he’s right there. His breathing gets choppy, and his face is etched with desperation. Pure, carnal hunger sparks in his eyes as I take him deeper.
That’s when I slow, when I pull back a little, when I nearly stop my movements altogether.
“Grace,” he growls out, his knees shaking.
I smile with his dick still in my mouth.
With a frustrated huff, he pushes me down, forcing me to take him.
I laugh and pull away completely. “I said I wanted begging, Decker. So beg. Say please.”
He blinks, his hand tightening in my hair. “Not a game you wanna play, Gracie.” Maybe he sees it, how serious I am, because rather than continue arguing, he chuckles. “All right. If that’s how it’s gonna be.” He crosses the room. Hard cock bobbing, and yanks open a dresser drawer. “Get on the bed.”
When I don’t move, he stalks back over to me, picks me up, and tosses me onto the mattress. The bed dips as he sets one knee on it, then the other, and prowls after me, forcing me back until I hit the headboard. He yanks my hands above my head and climbs me. Completely naked. Heart stuttering, I eye the small gap between his body and mine. It’d be so easy for him to just fuck me. Nudge my legs apart and drive inside. Take me hard and rough like I wish I could beg him to do.
A metallic click sounds, startling me, pulling my attention back up. Then the cold against my wrists registers. The familiar feeling of metal digging into my bones.
Decker has handcuffed me to his bed.
“Linc,” I grit, tugging at the cuffs that have been looped around one of the rungs of his headboard.
He only grins as he slips his hand between my legs. “Fucking soaked. Just like I knew you’d be. Did sucking my cock turn you on? Is that what’s got your cunt so wet?”
He clamps his hand around my throat, cutting off my response, and slowly slides into me. Stretching me inch by inch until he’s fully seated.
“You don’t get to come until that sweet mouth is filled with me, Grace. Until I’m dripping down your chin,” he whispers in my ear, his hand at my throat squeezing harder. “And I’ll need you to beg me for it.”
He rolls his hips, the movement causing the handcuffs to pull at the skin of my wrists. Like that first time, he starts slow, andas he picks up the pace, he watches my face, letting me adjust to his girth before going harder, before he lets go of some of that control.
When he finally does, his fingers turn bruising, grip at my neck tightening as he fucks me in that way—animalistic, almost feral. The edge to him that ripples just below the surface, unleashing all that violence as he slams into me like I’m his to claim. To own.
