My skin hot and prickly.
I shove my pants down enough to allow my cock to spring free and I fist it in her face. There’s a bead of pre-cum on the tip and she licks her lips at the sight of it. Even though this is her idea I’m not giving up any control.
“You’re gonna make it up to me now, aren’t you, babe?” I murmur, and she nods. I run my thumb over her bottom lip and her tongue darts out to follow its path.
“Good.”
She leans forward and presses a teasing kiss to my tip and I grunt.
“Enough,” I command. “Time to suck it, Luce. Open up and take it deep.”
I tap my dick against her mouth a few times in warning before she finally complies. My eyes are glued to the perfect bow of her top lip as she wraps those plush lips around my length. Her mouth on my skin tears an animalistic sound from low in my chest, my knees nearly giving out at the sweet wet warmth of her.
Lucy sucks me with enthusiasm, taking me a little deeper with each slide.
It’s a supreme struggle to hold myself still and before long my hips are moving in tandem with her, stroking into her mouth, feeding her my length. My hands find their way to her hair and I thrust deep, penetrating her mouth with abandon now. When my cock hits the back of her throat, she gags. And,Jesus Christ, it makes me harder, but I immediately release my hold expecting her to pull off. She doesn’t.No, she doesn’t. Instead, she lets slip a sultry moan that vibrates around my length before pushing forward and taking me all the way to the root. Lucy’s nose presses against my lower abdomen, tickling the hairs there.
Her hands come around to grip my ass and I feel her trembling to maintain the position.
I’m trembling too as the pressure increases at the base of my spine.
I graze my knuckles over the soft skin of her cheek and the corner of her mouth where she’s stretched obscenely around me, the movement gentle and completely at odds with the roiling beast inside me. And then … she swallows around me where I’m lodged deep in her throat, her muscles squeezing me beyond comprehension.
“Good girl,” I grunt in a voice so low as to be almost unrecognizable.
Lucy peers up at me through teary eyes and I know she loves the praise. She squirms a little but holds the position a moment longer, sucking in a breath through her nose then reaching up to palm and knead my balls. They cinch right up against my body at her touch and I know I have to stop her. Stop this.
Now.
My hands find her hair again, and I fist it urgently, pulling her off of me with a loud pop. She falls back against the wall, gasping, and I drop to my knees before her.
I wouldn’t have lasted a second more.
I stare at my girl, fighting to regain control over my body. The both of us are panting … wrecked. Lucy’s eyes rove over me slowly, taking in my disheveled state. My shirt is untucked and wrinkled, my pants pushed low. My dick still throbs painfully, near-purple, and engorged where it hangs between us. I’m fairly certain my hair is a disaster as well given the number of times I ran my fingers through it on the drive here.
“You sure know how to wear a suit, Noah Gardner,” she says, her voice strained and raspy. She reaches out and tugs on my tie, offering me a sly grin. Her lips are swollen and still wet with saliva. She’s a goddess … a sloppy, beautiful, goddess. “But I enjoy messing you up too.”
I grin back at her and then we crash together again like magnets, pulled to each other by a force that’s beyond our control. My heart skips and jumps erratically in my chest. I slant my mouth over hers, scooping her into my arms. Lucy wraps her legs around me and my cock pulses against her soaking wet center. I shudder at the slickness of it. She slides her tongue against mine, taking the kiss deeper, and we groan in unison. Struggling to my feet, I somehow manage to balance both of our weights as I turn and make my way down the hall to my bedroom.
I know she expects me to drop her onto the bed, but I have another plan in mind. That blowjob sure went a long way toward making up for her earlier torture, but I still think she needs to be punished. I draw us up to the dresser that sits against the wall opposite my bed, sliding her ever so slowly down my body to set her on her feet. Lucy raises an eyebrow at me in question but I spin her around wordlessly to face the dresser, taking her hands and placing them on the edge of the wood. Our eyes meet in the large mirror hanging above it and I smirk. Yes, this will work just right.
“Keep those hands right there,” I order.
Lucy bites her lip and nods.
I press up against her from behind and reach around to undo the single button on her–my–shirt. It falls open to the sides and her breasts spill free. My mouth dries up like it always does at the sight of them unencumbered. I would have said they were perfect before, but they’ve gotten so much fuller in recent months, the nipples large and dark, and utterly tempting against the warm caramel tone of her skin. Slipping the shirt off her shoulders, I let it drop to the floor and reach around to cup her tits. I massage them until she throws her head back against my shoulder with a breathy sigh. Reluctantly, I drop my hands, coasting them instead over her ribs to the curve of her hips. I grip her there, tugging her backward and forcing her to stick out her ass. Lucy sucks in a sharp breath, the air whistling through her teeth. Her gaze is hooded as she continues to watch me in the mirror.
Taking a step back, I observe her, uncertain if this is going to work after all. She’s so tiny we won’t line up like this. Lucy wiggles her ass at me, the little temptress, and I give her a sharp smack on her left cheek. The surprised yelp she lets out is quickly transformed into a low moan.
“Go ahead and sass me, woman,” I snap, “but you know I’m the boss in the bedroom.”
Lucy’s eyes in the mirror are almost black now, the pupils blown wide with desire. She bites her lip and nods at me, holding my gaze. I don’t expect her to call me sir–and she doesn’t–but it’s enough. She’s conceding to me and it makes my dick grow impossibly harder.
I don’t want to tame her. She’s beautiful, free-spirited, and fearless and I love her just the way she is … but when this wildcat of a woman willingly surrenders to me? When she gives up control–to me? Well, there aren’t words to describe just how hot that is. How hard it makes me. Or what it means to me. That she gives me that trust. That she trustsmeto know what she needs and to give it to her, to take care of her.
I rub my hand over her hot flesh to soothe the sting and she pushes back against me. “Hmmm,” I hum, and she does it again. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” I ask admiring the pink mark rising on her skin. Lucy whines in response and I drop my hand between her legs to feel exactly how much she wants this. She whines again as I glide my fingers through her silky wetness, but I pull away.
“Soon, baby,” I murmur, glancing around. “I need …” I trail off just as a solution comes to me.
