I loved the control of a blowjob. I didn’t think it was submissive in the slightest. I had full control of his body and his pleasure.
I cupped his balls in the palm of my hand as I sucked and licked his shaft. His thighs tensed as his breathing turned shallow.
But my eyes never left his.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he rasped as I took him as far as I could and swallowed, making my throat and mouth constrict around his cock.
Ryan looked like he should have been chiseled from marble. He flaunted his body as he sat sprawled out on the couch. Every tattooed inch of his arms flexed and rippled as he restrained himself long enough to take his own pleasure rather than seeing to mine.
His chest heaved, and his abs flexed. I held him deep and sucked as hard as I could, hollowing my cheeks until he tipped his head back, finally breaking my gaze.
I released him from my mouth. “Ah-ah—eyes on me.”
His dark lashes flicked to me, cutting me with a sharp glance. “I set the rules.”
“Is that what you think?” I teased as I massaged his balls. “Because I think I’m the one in charge right now.” I tipped my head to the side and tenderly licked across his balls.
Ryan grunted, jerking as he tried to snap his hips, feeling the primal urge to drive his dick into me.
“Poor guy,” I murmured. “Tell me how badly you want me and maybe I’ll let you come.” I pumped my hand up and down his shaft as I teased the head with my tongue.
“Wills—” he begged with threadbare words.
“So close,” I teased. “But not quite.”
“Willow.” There was urgency in his voice as his cock throbbed in my grasp.
“Eyes on me, Ryan,” I sassed.
That darkened gaze turned to midnight as my world tilted. Ryan rocketed off the couch and pinned me flat to the rug. Above us, candles flickered like starlight.
He grabbed the waist of my shorts, pushing them down while I ripped my shirt off.
“I have come in my hand far too many times thinking about you,” he grunted as he slid a single finger through my slit to make sure I was ready, then drove into me.
I was wet and aching for it. I gasped as he pulled out and slammed into me again.
“I have fucked my hand in the shower and wasted my cum too many fucking times, Willow.”
He snapped his hips again and paused just long enough to grind against me until I was gasping and writhing beneath him.
“Get there, baby. I’m ready to come, and you’re coming with me.”
“I’m not?—”
He grabbed one bra cup and yanked it down, exposing my breast. He sealed his mouth around my nipple and sucked.
Oh my god—I was about to come.
“I’m coming inside you, and you’re coming around me. Nowhere else,” he barked.
I nodded in wordless agreement.
He worked my body until I was a begging, sobbing mess. I cried out for relief as he pushed me to the edge over and over again. I clawed at his chest and arms, desperate to feel more of him.
We shattered together, cresting and riding each wave of pleasure until the only sound in the house was the crackle of candles and the two of us panting to catch our breath.
“What was that for?” I asked as I finally came to.
