Page 376 of Faking the Goal

"Not yet," I murmur, my voice rough with need. My fingers don't stop moving, though—slow, deliberate strokes that keep her right on the brink without letting her fall. "I want you to come on my cock, Trouble. Not my fingers."

Her eyes snap open, glazed and furious, but the way her thighs tremble around me tells me she's not really mad. She's desperate.

"Then do it," she snaps, her voice trembling. "Stop fucking around."

I chuckle, low and dark, as I finally pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth to lick them clean. Her taste is intoxicating—sweet, musky, all her—and the way her pupils dilate as she watches me only makes my cock ache harder.

"Patience," I tease, standing up and gripping her hips to pull her even closer to the edge of the counter. My injured arm stays carefully out of the way, but my right hand is more than enough to handle her. "I want you to remember this. I want you to feel every inch of me when I finally give you what you're begging for."

She glares at me, but there's no real heat in it. Just need. Pure, unfiltered need. "If you don't fuck me right now, I swear to god—"

I cut her off with a kiss, swallowing her threat and turning it into a moan. My hands slide up her body, cupping her tits, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp. She arches into my touch, her hips grinding against me, and I can feel the heat of her through my jeans, the wetness seeping through the fabric. I groan into her mouth, my cock throbbing so hard it's almost painful.

Breaking the kiss, I step back just enough to unbutton my jeans, shoving them down along with my boxers in one rough motion. My cock springs free, hard and aching, the tip already glistening. Taylor's eyes drop immediately, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she takes me in. The hunger in her gaze is enough to make me growl.

"Like what you see, Trouble?" I tease, gripping the base of my cock and giving it a slow stroke. Her eyes flick up to mine, dark with lust, and she nods, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Then take it," I command, and before the words are even out of my mouth, she's sliding off the counter, dropping to her knees on the tile like she can't help herself—like her body made the decision before her mind could argue.

Her eyes drift up to mine, dark and blown wide, and the last trace of that stubborn smirk is gone. Just hunger. Raw and unguarded.

"Open that pretty mouth."

She doesn't hesitate. Her lips part, and I guide the head of my cock between them, groaning as her warm, wet mouth envelops me. She swirls her tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside before taking me deeper, her hands gripping my thighs for balance. The sight of her—naked, flushed, and on her knees for me—is almost enough to make me come right then and there.

"Fuck, that's good," I grit out, my fingers tightening in her hair. "Just like that. Take me deeper."

She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, her tongue working me over with expert precision. I can feel the back of her throat, and I have to fight the urge to thrust deeper, to fuck her mouth like I'm going to fuck her pussy. But I hold back, letting her set the pace, even as my hips jerk forward involuntarily.

I let out a ragged groan, my hips stuttering forward as her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, her lips tightening just enough to make my vision blur. The little minx knows exactly what she's doing—her free hand slides up my thigh, nails digging in just hard enough to leave marks, while the other cups my balls, rolling them gently in her palm. The dual sensation is enough to make my knees weak, and I have to brace myself against the counter with my good arm, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

"Fuck—Trouble—" I grit out, my voice rough with warning. "You keep doing that, and I'm gonna come right down your throat."

She pulls back just enough to let my cock slip from her lips with a wet pop, her smirk widening as she looks up at me through those thick, dark lashes. Her lips are swollen, her chin glistening with saliva, and the sight of her like this—kneeling in front of me, completely at my mercy—is almost enough to push me over the edge right then and there.

"Maybe that's the point," she purrs, her voice husky with satisfaction. Then, before I can react, she wraps her hand around the base of my cock and takes me back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat fluttering around the tip as she swallows.

"Fuck—!" I curse, my fingers tangling tighter in her hair, my hips jerking forward on instinct. She moans around me, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight up my spine, and I can feel my balls tightening, the telltale tingle at the base of my spine warning me that I'm not going to last much longer. Not like this. Not when she's looking up at me with those hazel eyes, her mouth stretched obscenely around my cock, her fingers digging into my thighs like she's trying to anchor herself.

I tug at her hair, trying to pull her off, but she just hums in protest, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of my cock as she takes me deeper. My breath hitches, my muscles locking up as I fight the urge to come. "Trouble—fuck—you gotta stop—"

She shakes her head again, her lips sliding up to the tip before she sucks hard, her eyes never leaving mine, daring me to stop her. The challenge in her gaze is clear—You want me to beg? Then you'll have to earn it too.

I groan, my grip on her hair tightening just enough to make her gasp around my cock. The sound vibrates through me, and I can feel my control slipping. "You're playing with fire, Trouble," I growl, my voice rough with warning. "I'm not gonna last if you keep that up."

She pulls back just enough to smirk up at me, her lips glistening. "Then don't." Her tongue flicks out, teasing the slit at the tip, and I swear under my breath. "I want to taste you."

Fuck. Fuck.

My hips jerk forward on their own, my cock sliding back between her lips, and this time, I don't hold back. I grip her hair with both hands, guiding her movements, my breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts as she hollows her cheeks and takes me deeper. I can feel the pressure building, my balls drawing up tight.

"That's it," I grit out, my voice wrecked. "Take it all. Just like that—fuck—" My hips stutter, my vision blurring at the edges as pleasure coils tight in my gut. She moans around me, the sound sending a jolt straight to my spine, and I know I'm done for.

"Gonna come, baby." I warn, my voice barely more than a growl. "If you don't want it, pull back now."

She doesn't.

Instead, she sucks harder, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of my cock, and that's all it takes. My muscles lock up, my breath catching as I spill down her throat with a broken groan. She swallows around me, her fingers digging into my thighs as she takes every last drop, her throat working in slow, deliberate pulses.