Ember’s eyes widen as she watches, and my legs almost give way halfway through my orgasm, the force of it making it hard to remember to breathe, let alone remain standing.
It takes a few seconds for me to regain my composure, but when I do, I’m greeted by Ember’s tongue licking her lips and her filthy moan as she swallows my seed.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I groan. “I changed my mind. I want this as my screensaver. I want to fuck your mouth until you have makeup streaming down your face, and you’re covered in my cum, and then I’ll snap a photo. What do you think?” I ask, gathering a thick rope of cum and feeding it to her.
She wraps her tongue around my fingers, licking at them hungrily, and my cock twitches at the sight despite my balls just emptying all over her.
God, this woman.
She’s ruined me, and I fucking love it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
EMBER
Inever knew this sexual being lived inside me until I met Orion.
I used to wonder if there was something wrong with me, if I just wasn’t that interested in sex. But that couldn’t be further from the case.
Turns out I just needed the right man to bring it out in me. A man who praises me and degrades me all at once.
Every experience with him feels hotter than the last, and surely at some point we have to reach the peak.
I lap at his fingers, desperate to swallow every drop of his cum.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his eyes reverent as he stares down at me. “One-half of me wants to wash you off and take care of you, and the other wants you to wear my cum at all times.”
I smile, my heart doing a little flip in my chest that only he has ever brought out in me. “That is quite the conundrum.” My voice is raspy from his rough treatment of my throat, and it hurts a little to speak, but only in the best way.
I never thought I’d like rough sex, but fuck was I wrong.
Orion bends slightly, wrapping his huge hands around my waist and lifting me with ease.
He reaches for the sponge and pumps an ungodly amount of body wash onto it before carefully running it over every inch of my body.
Well, almost every inch.
He’s very careful not to get anywhere near my aching pussy or my breasts despite his promise that he would let me come if I was good for him.
“You’re pouting.” Orion smirks down at me.
“I am not,” I mumble.
“Yes, you are, my bratty little angel.”
I frown up at him. “I am not bratty.”
“Oh, you are. But I fucking love it. I love everything about you.”
My heart clenches at the words, but I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from saying it back. Regardless of whether it’s true or not, I refuse to give him the words yet.
Right now, I can trust him with my body, but not my heart.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to give him that again.
His brows dip, but he doesn’t say anything as he reaches behind me and turns the water off. “Let’s get you dried off. Your cereal should be here by now.”
Heat hits my cheeks as I consider the idea that someone was here while I was giving the filthiest blow job of my life, but Orion doesn’t give me the chance to be embarrassed as he drags me to the sink.
