“I’m not complaining.” He smirked as I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer. “And you can blame me allyou want. But we both know the truth, don’t we?” He combed his fingers through my hair and gripped his cock, and I had to freaking clench at the mere sight. “Come get it, hellcat.”
Yes, sir!
He was half hard already, so this wouldn’t take long. I sucked him into my mouth and peered up at him, waiting not-so-patiently for the dirty talk.
James Hyatt had a dirty fucking mouth, and I was obsessed.
“There we go,” he murmured, moving slowly at first. “Show me that greedy little tongue.”
I eased back unhurriedly, then licked him from tip to base, and he let out a long breath.
“Let’s get this off you.” He reached down and tugged at my tee. Or his tee. I’d been off work today, so I’d barely left the couch. “How many times have you touched yourself today?”
I flashed ten fingers…a few times.
He chuckled huskily. “I’ll rephrase. How many orgasms have you had?”
I formed a zero with my thumb and forefinger.
“Good girl. Because you don’t wanna get off unless you have my cock pounding into you…?”
Oh God.
I sucked him harder and tried to go faster, but his grip on my hair tightened.
“Filling you with come, breeding you whenever I please…” he whispered. “Letting it drip down your thighs…”
I whimpered around him and sent him a pleading look.
He smiled faintly. “You want me to fill you up, baby girl?”
I nodded quickly and sucked at the head of his cock, teasing my tongue across the slit.
“All right. Lie down in the middle of the bed.” He gripped my chin and withdrew his hard cock slowly. I knew he was watching every glistening inch. “You know I gotta check something first.”
Another nod. I licked my lips and scooted backward, and he followed. While stroking himself, he joined me on the bed, never taking his eyes off me. He didn’t have to tell me to part my legs. They were wide open before my head hit the pillow.
“You haven’t worn panties all day, have you?”
“No.” I bit my lip.
“Hrmm…” He dipped down and kissed my lower abdomen. “Dirty little girl. Have you watched something spicy on your laptop?”
Christ, how did he know?
“The video… Um, the one we made after Christmas when we visited your parents.” In our defense, it hadn’t been at his parents’ house. We’d spent the night in a romantic hotel, and we’d gotten frisky on bubbly.
He inhaled deeply and got settled between my legs. “That was a good fucking night. And look at this. You’re about as soaked now as you were that night.”
Also his fault.
To mess with him, I tried to close my legs, to which he shot me a quick don’t-you-dare look. That was right before he buried his face in my pussy and nearly had me arching off the damn bed.
Holy fuck!
I gasped and fisted the sheets.
I never knew how he wanted to play things until he made his first move. Sometimes, he acted like he had all the time in the world and wanted to explore every millimeter of me. And other times…
