“Answer me,” I growl.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want to play.”
I unhook my arm from around her waist and land a stinging slap to her exposed thigh. “Then get up.”
She squeals, the sounds going straight to my cock and drawing my nuts up tight. Tonight’s going to be fun, but it’s going to be fast.
“You have three minutes to get my clothes off and get my cock in your throat.”
She laughs when I fall back against the bed, giving her no help whatsoever to remove my slacks. She struggles with the zipper from her eager fingers not wanting to work correctly, but my weight nearly prevents her from getting my pants down my legs.
“Rip my clothes and I’m going to spank your ass.”
Her eyes find mine as her hands yank. The sound of popping stitches echoes around the room. She blinks up at me, her faux innocence making my dick jerk against the elastic of my boxers.
“Vixen,” I hiss, flipping her over and breaking several more stitches because my pants are tight around my thighs. I settle between her thighs, and she opens for me like we’re both exactly where we belong.
“Naked,” she complains, her fingers shoving at the fabric of my shoulders.
“Later,” I insist, pushing down my pants and boxers enough to allow my cock to spring free.
She stiffens, then moans when my bare cock brushes against her engorged clit. “Please?”
“This?” I tease, running my length up and down her drenched center.
“Please don’t make me beg, not tonight.”
The emotion in her words isn’t something I’m going to fight her on.
“Bare?” I whisper, knowing I should ease back and let her make this decision while she isn’t engulfed in a cloud of arousal, but she grips my arms when I try to do just that.
“Yes.” Her head nods as she’s trying to assure me with more than just words.
Our eyes lock when I flex my hips back and find her entrance. My mouth opens on a gasp when I slide home. This was a mistake. Not entering her without a condom but the fact that my plans were blown away. I need her mouth first because without that release of pressure, I’m going to embarrass myself the same way I did humping my fucking blankets the other night. Jesus, why can’t I fucking plan things better? Why can’t I show a little damn restraint? Why do I let the scent of her skin and the way she clings to me take over?
I’m supposed to be commanding her, making all the decisions, and here she is topping from the damn bottom. And fuck if it isn’t the best thing I’ve ever experienced. To make me feel more in control, I flip over on my back, taking her with me. If she’s going to top, she might as well be riding.
“Open for me,” I insist, my fingers clamping into the flesh of her thigh and spreading her legs even further. The sight of her glistening clit, red and swollen from her previous orgasms makes me want to taste her. I want to do it all; touch, taste, tease, tempt, love, cherish.
Her obedience as she’s pushing her thighs out as far as they can go doesn’t give me an ounce of the power back that I’ve relinquished to her.
“Fuck, baby. This pussy is what heaven is made of.” I bite the inside of my cheek, my hips angling up. “Keep rolling your hips like that. Jesus, you’re gonna make me come so hard. Fuck me, baby. Just like that.”
“Wren,” she gasps when my hands clamp on her hips.
I hold her aloft, fucking her from below, my cock sliding out to the tip before driving back inside of her. Light shines off the wetness she leaves behind, and her desire is pooling on my balls, the contrast in sensation from her hot cunt to the air on my nuts is going to be my damn downfall.
“Baby,” I pant. “Gonna fucking come.”
Then she’s gone, and I’m the one whimpering at her loss.
I’m a half of a second away from reaching for her again, an animal that has no control, but then her mouth is on me, licking away her arousal, tasting what she left behind, lips and cheeks sucking and slurping. The sounds fill the air around us, but I can’t concentrate on that because I’m coming, detonating, and seeing stars. With an open mouth, she accepts rope after rope of cum as it slashes against her tongue, and the sight only fuels my orgasm, giving it the power to continue for what seems like eons. Stripes paint her pretty lips, and my balls, although empty, tighten more when her pretty pink tongue snakes out to swipe it away.
I wipe away what her tongue can’t reach, but she catches my hand, dipping my thumb into her mouth while her eyes bore into mine. I use it as a hook to drag her up my body, first kissing her mouth before licking inside. We’re the perfect combination on her tongue.
When her needy hips swivel against me, I do the only thing I can. I drag her further up my body and show her with my mouth what I can’t say with words.
Chapter 36
Whitney
“They hate each other,” I complain as I watch Simon’s tail swish on the floor.
Puff Daddy stares down at my cat from the curtain rod, so high up that his head brushes the ceiling.
“They’re just getting to know each other,” Wren assures me.
“Go away, demon spawn!” He’s so loud, I’m certain the neighbors can hear him.
Simon’s only response is a guttural growl from deep in his throat.
“Plus, Puff is a complete asshole. He tortures that damn cat. He deserves what he gets.”
“You say that now,” I turn in the circle of Wren’s arms and press a kiss to his stubbly jaw, “but I have the feeling you’ll be very upset if my cat eats your bird.”
“Simon doesn’t have a chance at catching him. He’s too fat.”
“Hardly fat,” I argue, pulling back so he can
