Chapter 8
Oson
Taleya’s words linger in the air for a minute before I respond. She’s asking for what was impossible before her. Fighting, training, and fucking make up my life and I control them all, me and only me. Releasing a woman’s hands from the cuffs, ropes, or scarves might seem small but it’s not small to me. It’s big as hell, more than a preference. It releases my control, and that has always been off limits, until her. As much as she wants her hands free, I want them on me too.
After lifting my head and seeing her pleading eyes, I remove her cuffs. Her hands move to the sides of my face and she smiles. “Thank you,” she says before pulling me down to kiss her. I granther wish. I suck her bottom lip then try to kiss the air out of her lungs.
When I release her lips, I slide out of her, careful not to spill shit out of the condom. Then I ease off the bed to clean up and get a towel for her. I’ve flushed the condom, wiped off my shit with the hand towel, and am standing at the sink when I hear her step into the bathroom. Her beautiful, naked body and pretty ass face hover in the doorway.
“You need something?” I ask.
Nodding, she utters, “Mmmhmm.”
With a smile plastered on her lips, she steps all the way in, over to me. She taps my hand resting on the sink and I lift it as she inches into the space. I step back to give her room. Her soft hands land on my chest and she drags her fingers down my abs. Her eyes stay on mine.
She lowers herself to her knees. For a minute, she pries her eyes from mine and looks at my dick. She bites her bottom lip then her eyes return to mine. With our gazes locked, she grabs my shit and strokes it slowly, sliding her soft hand up and down.
My fucking head dips at her touch. The shit feels so good and seeing her pretty ass stroke my shit is beautiful. Her pace changes and she starts pumping my dick. I grow harder in her hands, and when she switches back to slow strokes, my shit jumps.
“Damn, sexy,” I groan before biting my lip. Her stroking stops and she lifts my shit with one hand and cups my balls with the other. She nods up at me then leans in and sucks my nuts. “Fuck!”
When her tongue circles my balls then runs up my shaft, my damn knees buckle, and like a simp, I grip the edge of the sink to keep my ass upright. Thankfully, she doesn’t stop. Instead, she covers my head with her warm mouth. After dragging her tonguearound it, she pops it out, spits on it, then covers it again. I just shake my head, marveling at her sexy, nasty ass.
She takes as much of me as she can into her mouth. When my head hits the back of her throat, she coughs but doesn’t gag. She takes me like a pro, slobbing on and sucking my shit. Using her soft hands and warm, wet mouth, she works hard trying to pull my nut.
When she keeps taking me deep into her mouth and lets my tip slap her tonsils, my body tenses and the muscles in my stomach and thighs clench. My breathing changes and the pressure builds. I’m about to bust but don’t want to. I want to enjoy this sloppy good ass head and her. I close my eyes, trying to delay my nut, but that shit doesn’t work. The minute I open my eyes and see her slob on my shit, I lose it. My nut rushes through me hard and my hands fly to her head. My fingers latch in her hair as I hold her head steady and explode.
“Fuck, baby, shit,” I groan as my nut drains.
She takes all of it, swallowing hard before easing off her knees. The gentleman in me wants to assist her but I can’t. She pulled all of my damn energy and I need a minute to recover. She lets me have it too. While I catch my breath and pull my thoughts together, she wraps her arms around me and rubs my back gently.
When my breath returns, I lift her head, crash my lips into hers, and give her a deep, appreciative, yet nasty kiss. Our lips stay connected and tongues tangled for a minute. When we finally break apart, she yawns then laughs.
“Sorry. You wore me out,” she says.
“Nah. That’s all you. You drained a nigga,” I admit.
“I couldn’t let you have all the fun,” she says. “Can I shower before I leave?” she asks and her words surprisingly stab me in my damn chest.
This was just for the night and it’s technically morning. It’s a little after midnight and my flight is at eight. I only have a few more hours here and want to spend them with her, even if it’s just laying up with her soft ass body.
“It’s an hour’s drive and it’s late. Shower and stay,” I counter.
“You sure? I don’t want to wear out my welcome.”
While squeezing her ass, I tell her, “I’m positive. Extra hours mean extra head. After we shower, I’m gonna eat yo’ pussy until you fall asleep.”
“Mm, now that’s a good ass night,” she says before tapping her hand on my chest. “I hope you like your water hot.”
She steps toward the large double shower. It’s glass with polished stones lining the floor. There’s a freestanding bench inside made from the same stone. When she starts the shower, I step in and join her. The minute her soft, soapy hands land on my back, I smile.
Inviting her to Seventh Heaven had been a gamble but killing my no hands rule for her definitely earned me the jackpot.
