Pumping his tongue into her mouth he nearly groaned as she suckled at it, hungry, sweet dreams of her heated mouth that had his cock jerking and throbbing from the engorged crest along the heavy thick shaft.
He wanted her mouth there. He wanted to stare down at her, watch her take him, watch her suck him, watch as her hot little tongue licked around it.
He pulled his head back, the breath rasping from his chest as he watched her eyes slowly flutter open.
Pleasure reflected in the brilliancy of her emerald eyes, the flushed features of her face. Her tongue peeked out to flutter against her lips, the sight of it drawing his balls tight with desire.
“Suck my cock.” The demand had her face flushing further and lust deepening in her gaze.
He stroked his hands up her shoulders, pressing against them to ease her to her knees, the demand imperative, the need clawing at his spine.
Not that she did as he expected. She didn’t go immediately to her knees. She didn’t suck his cock into the fiery furnace of her mouth.
Instead—
She destroyed him.
She tore aside the fragile illusions of cynicism.
She used that ragged wound growing in his soul.
She broke him.
Then lick by sweet lick down his body she began to remake him.
Paige could barely breathe.
Heat raced within her chest furiously, nerves and desire, fear and excitement making her entire body tremble.
As his hands pressed against her shoulders her lips moved to his shoulders, her tongue tasted the salt and male flavor of his flesh.
Her hands moved down his sides as he caressed down her arms, back up, along her back. His head lowered, strong teeth nipping at her ear in retaliation.
Then she retaliated back. Her teeth scraped over his shoulder and she nipped hard, then lowered to the heavy muscle at his chest, then the male point of a nipple.
Abram jerked, groaning in surprise and in pleasure as her hot little tongue rakeer his nipple, and sent heat spinning through his senses.
Damn her, she made him want things, made him want things from her that he was certain weren’t good for either of their emotional health.
“My emotional health is not inexhaustible,” he groaned as her tongue licked and strolled down his chest to the tight, clenched muscles of his stomach.
The closer she got the harder his dick pulsed and swelled. The flesh was tight, so hard it was painful, so damned sensitive he swore he could feel the air around it.
Her nails scraped down his abs to his thighs as she kissed, licked, and nipped her way down until she was only inches from the heavy, engorged head.
And he was sure as hell doing his best to encourage her to lower, faster.
Damn if he wasn’t ready to fucking explode from the need tearing through him.
Slender, graceful fingers curved around the side of the shaft, but there wasn’t a chance of them fully encircling it. But she was touching it, and those pouty lips were coming closer by the second.
His fingers were buried in her hair again, clenched, and he grimaced as he felt her heated breath against the engorged, throbbing head of his dick.
He watched, his gaze on her flushed features, closed eyes, and her pink little tongue as it suddenly licked over the darkly flushed head.
She licked and tasted, each stroke of her tongue like a lash of painful ecstasy. Once she got her lips around it and sucked him inside, he wouldn’t last seconds.
Then her lips were there, slowly, so damned slowly, enveloping the head of his cock and sucking it into the tight, hot depths of her mouth.
He watched. Watched as her lips closed on him, as her tongue began to lick and rub against the underside of his dick as his fingers tugged at her hair, pulling and releasing as she moaned against the overly sensitive crest of his cock.
Holding onto his control was hell, not releasing the heavy tension invading his balls was becoming the most ecstatic torture he had ever known in his life.
Her tongue was lightning and rapture, her fingers silken heat as she began stroking the heavy shaft, her moans vibrating along the nerve-laden crest as he began thrusting slow and easy, fucking those sweet, pretty lips as he’d only fantasized about for many years.
And he wasn’t going to survive this much longer. The tight suction of her mouth, her tongue lashing at it.
His hands tightened.
He could feel the perspiration easing down his temple as his control began to fray to the point that he could feel his balls tightening violently.
He was going to come.
Control be damned. He couldn’t keep it together here. He wasn’t going to last and he wanted to be buried inside her first. He had to be buried inside her before he lost his mind as he had the first time he had her naked body beneath him.
“Enough,” he growled.
She didn’t stop.
Her lashes lifted. Her eyes watered from taking him deep and she moaned again.
“I’m going to come in that sweet mouth of yours.” He breathed out roughly, his voice ragged. “Is that what you want, precious? My come filing your hot little mouth?”
She flushed deeper. She sucked his dick tighter and left him strung out on a rack of impending bliss.
“So pretty, precious,” he crooned, watching her swollen lips draw on the heavy width of his dick.
Her mouth capped the swollen crest, worked around it and rubbed the overly sensitive underside with her hot little tongue.
She was destroying him.
He couldn’t hold on.
He didn’t want to let her go.
He wanted inside her. The full length of his cock sheltered in the sweet heat of her pussy.
His hips shifted, thrust, and moved against the swollen beauty of her lips.
His hands clasped her head and he forced himself to draw back. To drag the painfully swollen length of his cock away from the pleasure of her mouth.
Glistening, moist from her mouth and so damned hard he was dying. Then he lifted her from her knees and laid her back easily on the bed.
Then she shocked him. She had him stilling, his mouth watering, every nerve ending in his body heating in fiery response.
She laid back against the pillows, slender legs parted as her fingers slid into the moist heat of her saturated pussy.
Slender fingertips moved through the wet folds as she stroked and circled the swollen bud of her clit.
Dazed, mesmerized, she stared back at him, stroked her pussy, and whispered a broken moan.
He moved. Quickly, firmly, he gripped her wrist and pulled her fingers from the flesh he was going to own. Every kiss, every touch, every sweet erotic moan.
“It was feeling good,” she whispered hoarsely, her fingers curling against his hand. “Aren’t you curious how I please myself? How I fantasize and whisper your name when I come?”
Seeing it would have him coming to the air alone, and that he wasn’t doing.
Taking her other wrist he placed both on the pillow above her head with a determined look.
“Leave them there,” he warned her. “Don’t move them.”
Her hot little tongue flicked over her lips as he shoved his knee between her thighs as he moved over her.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her lips, he’d intended to go straight to her pussy to lick at the sweet, heated warmth spilling from it.
But those sweet lips beckoned, they drew him.
His tongue pumped into her mouth, stroked and devoured her as he came over her, spreading her thighs to create the sweetest embrace he’d ever known.
Her legs lifted, knees bending as her feet pressed into the mattress, her knees gripping his thighs.
Thick and heavy, his cock slid against the slick wet folds of her pussy. Engorged, aching with a hunger tearing him apart.
His lips slid from hers, ran down the silk of her neck to the rise of firm, sweet breasts and tight hard nipples.