“I dreamed about the way your cunt feels when you squeeze my fingers before you come. About your hands around my throat while you ride my cock. I came so fucking hard in the shower when I imagined going to an audition with your lipstick all over my fucking cock.”
“You’re a dirty little boy, aren’t you?”
“No. I’myourdirty boy.”
“Get on your knees and show me, Puppy.”
The name has my knees shaking, and I drop hard. She’s my altar, and I am more than ready to worship. I stare up at her like she’s the sun. “Tell me what you, my queen. Tell me how to please you.”
She smirks. “Oh, you already know.”
The tip of my tongue slides through her panties and when I make it to her clit, she grabs a fistful of my hair and moans like an angel mumbling about her bad boy. I’ll be the devil for her if that’s what she wants. I suck hard through the lace as I push the fabric to the side and slip two fingers inside her soaking cunt. I curl them until her back arches and I thrust nice and slow, building up an electric current that has her squeezing my head with her thighs. She pulls hard on my hair. I’ve got her knocking on the door, so I keep fuck her deeper and faster.
She clenches my fingers so hard I almost can’t pull them out. I release her clit, but don’t stop my fingers. “What’s my name, my queen?”
She cackles as her head rocks back, screaming as loud as she can. “PUPPY!”
“Good girl. Now, eyes on me.”
I use my teeth and free hand to rip her panties off, tossing them aside. The tips of my fingers slide through her slit as she moans. I hold them up and watch her red lips wrap around them, humming while our eyes remain locked on one another. She releases them with a pop, and I lower my head, kissing up and down her legs until neither of us can take it anymore. The sweet, sharp taste of her hits my tongue and my arms wrap around her thighs, holding her in place so I can feast. And I do. I want her legs to shake for me; I want her back to bow so hard it almost breaks. I want her to deafen me with her siren’s screams.
“Oh god! Oh, Chase! Just like that!”
Her thick thighs squeeze my head and both of her hands have a firm grip on my hair. She’s at her own private carnival and my face just became her favorite ride. The heels of her feet dig into my back as I reach up, pinching her nipple. She’s close.
I use my one remaining brain cell to concentrate on holding back my own climax as she fucks my face. With one last flick of my tongue, she explodes in my mouth, holding my head to her as she rides out wave after wave. I don’t stop until her eyes close and her body goes limp. She smiles down at me through sex drunk eyes, so I lick her clean as she lazily strokes my hair and mumbles blissed out nonsense.
When I stand, she reaches out for my cock, but I step away, shaking my head. She looks equally confused and ruined as she leans against the mirror; it’s fucking glorious. Her legs still spread wide, inviting back for more. It’s tempting as hell, but I also need to show her I understand my role.
I open a drawer and fish out a condom, tossing it next to her on the counter. “For later, assuming I earn it. I should finish dinner.”
“Puppy?” It’s a pitiful sound I’ve never heard come from her before.
I put my hands on the mirror next to her head and lean in, nudging her nose with mine. She tries to wrap her legs around me, tries to pull me into her, but I’m too tall.
“I will worship you in every way I can. I will devour you, shatter you, and tear you apart. I will do everything and anything you want, my queen. Including denying myself for you. I’m your toy, and all I need is your satisfaction. But right now, I need to go make dinner. And if I’m a very, very good boy, I hope I’ll earn the need to open more than one foil wrapper tonight.”
Her eyes are wide and her mouth hangs open as the reality of what she’s unleashed hits her. Without another word, I pick up my t-shirt and leave her there in the bathroom. I toss my swim trunks in the hamper and pull on a pair of jeans before I head downstairs.
I’m trying hard to think of things like cold showers or sports statistics as I organize everything I’ll need to finish dinner. But my brain keeps going back to how perfect she looked, dripping wet on my bathroom counter for me. My dick begs me to go back up there and finish what we started, but I told her I would behave. I told her I would earn it.
I take a deep breath and let my shoulders relax. This is my space, my sanctuary. I check the short ribs that I’d put in earlier, and as I’m getting into the groove, two small hands wrap around my waist and her head presses against my back. Warmth floods my entire body, and it’s not from the oven.
“Are you okay, Chase?”
I turn around, pulling her closer as I smile. I like how she has to put her chin on my chest to look up at me with those big doe eyes. “I like it when you make me work for it.”
“Good to know.” She glances around the counter. “So, what should I do to help with dinner, since Dani had me show up way too early?”
“You came right on time, Sunshine.”
“You are so cheese, Chase Cooper.”
“And yet, you came back for more, Renate Silva.”
Why am I such a fucking mess?
“Renate, I need to…I should…” I need to get this out. But it’s hard to concentrate when she’s in one of my shirts again, and no pants. How am I supposed to have a serious conversation with her when I can’t stop picturing her riding my dick? I turn back around and lean against the counter, letting out a slow breath to focus. “Look I, uhm, I don’t?—”
