“How do you know?”
“You limp when it flares. And sometimes… your face gets that look. Like you need to stop but you’d rather die than say it out loud.”
Fuck.
Didn’t realize she’d notice. Didn’t think anyone would.
“Baby,” I try again. “You won. You don’t have to—”
“I said whatever I want,” she cuts in, fierce and tender. “And what I want… is to take care of what’s mine. You take care ofme so much, Kade. Me and Aurora.” A soft shrug. “Now it’s my turn.”
I can’t speak. Can’t breathe.
So I let her.
She massages the tension from my thigh, her touch both clinical and deeply intimate, like she’s not on her knees in dirt and grass, naked and soaked from the game. When she’s satisfied, she moves, kissing her way upward—first along the inside of my leg, then my hip, then my lower stomach.
My cock is leaking, twitching, begging for her, but I don’t dare touch it or ask for more than what she’s willing to give.
I nearly collapse when Georgia finally puts me out of my misery, licking a long, languid path across the head.
“Jesus,” I gasp, fingers flexing against her scalp on instinct.
She does it again, tongue swirling, soft and exploratory—learning me, teasing me, torturing me.
And when my legs are shaking, balls throbbing, I watch my cock disappear between those perfect lips, the tension in my spine turning to fire. Her tongue presses to the underside of my shaft and she moans around me. After a few seconds, she pulls back, letting me slip free, but her hand follows, stroking hard and fast, then soft and slow, only for her mouth to come right back.
Again.
And again.
And fuckin’ again.
“Baby, I can’t,” I pant, sweat dripping down my brow, entire body trembling. “You’re killin’ me here. I…” Swallowing hard, I shake my head and push her hair back with a shaking hand. “I c-can’t.”
She pops off me, smiling like sin, and gathers her hair into a ponytail.
“I cheated,” she breathes. “You win. Do whatever you want to me, Archer.”
Then she sticks out her tongue, eyes locked to mine and waits.
Just…waits.
I snap.
“You wanna be a cock-drunk little tease for me?” I growl, fisting her ponytail. “Wanna choke on it till your eyes water?”
She moans, nodding as I slide back into her mouth.
“Good girl,” I hiss. “Take it. You look so perfect with your mouth full, baby. Like you were made for this. On your knees, hands covered in dirt and precum, pussy dripping all over your pretty freckled thighs…”
“More,” she mumbles around me, tongue lashing out. “Deeper.”
I groan, head falling back and thrust in harder, hitting the back of her throat. “You’re a dream come true, Georgia Walker. My dream come to life.”
I fuck her mouth, slow at first, my hips flexing as she whimpers, her hands gripping my thighs. But it’s not enough. With her, it never is.
“Spread your thighs,” I demand roughly, cupping her jaw to force her eyes up. “Show me how wet sucking my cock made you.”
