Page 266 of Wild Card
Her hands tear at my shirt and I’ve barely gotten my shorts off when she pounces, straddling me. I’m about to roll her back when her eyes lock with mine.
Shit, the look of raw, wild hunger blisters through me.
Her mouth moves lightly over my chest, mapping the faint scars and nipping along my skin as she moves lower.
“Babe?’ I grate out, not knowing how long I can resist.
She lifts her eyes and laps her tongue around the metal barbell. “Need you inside me can mean different things.”
Without a blink, she closes her mouth and sucks me deep.
FUUUUUCKKKKK!
I fight every urge to blow, almost three weeks without her rising to the surface.
Her eyes hold mine, glittering as she torments me by alternating her movements.
Her cheeks hollow, her tongue rolls along my length, and her throat opens to take all of me.
I’m powerless against her, bucking into her mouth.
She shifts, her hair falling in a curtain and blocking my view, and I growl into the room.
Her throat purrs and I’m lost to the sensations, every nerve ending screaming at me.
“Get the fuck up here!”
She ignores my demand, increasing her pace and scaling her nails, circling my balls.
“Princess, the fuck….”
She smiles around my dick, swallowing me deeper.
I try to think of something, anything to slow down the inevitable.
Nothing works, my blood scorching with each swipe of her tongue.
Just like every time, Willow sucks my dick like it was made for only her.
In my mind, it was.
Her tits rub against my thighs, her nipples brushing lightly, and she moans in appreciation.
That’s all I can take. The vibration sets me off, and I’m fucking gone, exploding on a roar.
The room spins, my heart pounding in sync with each pulse of my dick. Her tongue rolls around my length, flicking my piercing before she kisses the tip.
My vision comes back into focus to see her grinning smugly.
“You fucking proud of yourself? Less than five minutes and you had me blowing like a teenager.”
“Needed to take the edge off somehow.”
I move to pull her to me and she shakes her head, crawling slowly up my body, licking her lips. “You can officially say you’ve gotten a blow job from a pregnant woman.”
The gleam in her eyes snaps my control and I flip us, hovering over her.
Her legs wind around my waist, urging me down until my dick is scraping along her heat. “Tell me you’re ready.”
