She tilted her chin toward her chest, opening her mouth, allowing him to press the head against her tongue.
“I want that sassy mouth on me,” he said, shifting forward, forgoing her tits for the moment.
Her head tilted back again, her eyes remained on his face as her lips parted.
“You teased me earlier. Now it’s time to pay up.”
She giggled, then licked the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he rasped, grabbing her hands and raising them over her head as she sucked him into her mouth. He held them to the bed as he leaned forward, pushing his cock inside the blessed warmth. Slowly. One inch at a time.
Reilly curled her fingers around his hands, holding tight. That silent gesture of trust tripped something inside him. He’d been worried Reilly wouldn’t be able to handle him. Wouldn’t be receptive to his brand of kink. He was an insatiable, aggressive, verbal lover. Always had been. To know he hadn’t scared her thickened his blood.
“You like that,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “Me holding you down? Shoving my cock in your pretty little mouth?”
She nodded, sucking the head of his cock as he retreated.
“Suck me, Reilly. Show me how good that mouth is.”
Her eyelashes fluttered as she took him deeper.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he rambled, watching his cock tunnel past her lips. “Love my cock.”
Her tongue swirled around him as she took him in her mouth again and again.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good, sweet baby.”
Brady stared down at her, watching as she took him deeper and deeper each time he pressed his hips forward.
“More,” he said because he sensed she wanted his dominance.
She took more, lifting her head as he pushed into her mouth. He hissed when the head bumped the back of her throat.
He grunted as the pleasure slammed into him. “You’re too fuckin’ good at that.”
And she was. He was lost in the sensation, but he wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted her wrapped around him when he did. He wanted to feel her tight pussy flutter around his dick when he let go.
He knew already that once wouldn’t be enough. Hell, one night wasn’t going to be enough.
But he figured it was better to hold off on telling her she’d be lucky if he ever let her leave. He wasn’t sure if he was capable of letting her go.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow he would break the news to this woman that all he wanted for Christmas this year and every year after was her.
***
Reilly was taken aback by how incrediblyhot this encounter was. The way Brady controlled her, giving her pleasure simply by taking his own from her. His filthy words undid her. She’d never had a lover who knew how to take control like this, one whose vulgar language made her burn hotter, brighter. He was ruining her, second by second, because no one would ever compare to him.
“Aw, fuck, Reilly,” he groaned, pulling his cock free from her mouth.
The next thing she knew, he was at her side, pulling her onto him. She rolled with him, covering him as their lips melded together, tongues seeking, hands searching. He was all hard muscle and smooth, warm skin. His hands were everywhere, heating her as they moved over her body with such intensity.
When one of his hands disappeared, it was so he could fumble for the condom, which was just out of reach. Reilly chuckled, pulling her mouth from his and taking care of retrieving it for him. She inched back as she ripped the package open with her teeth, then pulled the latex disk out.
Brady’s eyes lingered on her face while she did the honor of covering him. She met his gaze as she rolled the condom down his impressive length, loving the way his lips parted as pleasure coursed through him.
Reilly remained in control, holding his stare as she guided him home. She gasped as she slid down on him, her hands landing on his chest so she could control the pace. Slow. So, unbearably slow because his eyes turned glassy, and she could see the heat churning in the dark brown depths.
