Page 134 of Wild Card
“Top favorite is my tongue in your pussy, feeling you come apart on my mouth.”
“We have to be quick.” Her hands fumble between us, undoing my jeans and going directly to wrap around my dick. She pumps a few times and that’s all it takes for me to lose control.
In a second, her leggings and panties are gone and she’s against the wall. Her legs go back around my waist and she slams down, taking me in one swift movement.
“Fuck!” The metal balls drag along her hot flesh.
I pound into her relentlessly, her nails digging into my back as she grinds to meet my thrusts. Her muscles tighten, clamping around my cock and pulling me closer to the edge with her.
The half-hour since I had her seems like a lifetime as primal need takes over.
“Say it,” I demand.
“I’m yours.”
I drive harder, needing to hear and feel her come apart. Her eyes transform into the colors of emeralds right before she screams my name as her pussy spasms.
It’s not enough. I need more.
Hitching her on one arm, I move my hand between us to where we’re connected while she’s still writhing.
“I can’t… too much.”
“Give me another.” I flick her clit over and over, knowing she’s still riding out her first orgasm.
“Talon!” she cries, her head hitting the wall as her body convulses.
I thrust twice more and sink my teeth into her shoulder, pouring into her.
Her heart races against my chest, and the urge to carry her back to bed and stay inside her builds.
“Don’t even think of it,” she rasps.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. I know what you’re thinking. Try and exert some control.”
“If you know what I’m thinking, you’d know exactly how much control I’m exerting by not acting on impulse and handcuffing you to the bed.”
Her eyes flare with new heat and fuck If I’m not tempted.
“Don’t tease a man when he’s still inside you.”
“Well, maybe you should set me down so I can clean up and continue my day of spoiling you.”
“Hard to beat you crawling on my dick as a wake-up call.”
“Oh? You didn’t enjoy the birthday blow job?”
“Love your mouth, baby, but like I said, not sure who enjoys it more.”
“I’m hoping you do. Otherwise, what’s the point?” She quirks an eyebrow, feigning annoyance.
“Still on my dick, babe. Cut the cuteness.”
“How is me talking about blow jobs cute?”
My cock pulses and I know we need to get out of here if there is any chance of leaving at all. I twist, setting her on the vanity, and reach behind her for a washcloth.
