“Gemma, baby,” I groaned, my head dropping back when my joggers were shoved down my thighs, and my dick popped free.
Throbbing for her, I knew if she so much as touched me, I wasn’t going to last.
A shaky breath reached my ears, and I peeked down to find her staring in wonder at my thick erection. Shaking her head, she mused, “Can’t believe you fit this thing inside me. Or maybe I can. I still feel you with every step I take.”
White-knuckling the counter, I resisted the urge to fist her hair and fuck her face. My mission was to show her I was nothing like the assholes she’d been with before, and that meant putting her pleasure above my own. But if she wanted to take the initiative, I sure as hell wasn’t about to stop her.
“Last night was . . .” Gemma’s words died off, her eyes flashing to mine. “It was amazing. I never knew it could be like that. And not only the sex, though that was mind-blowing and I’m still trying to process it.” A husky laugh flew past my lips. “Men don’t treat a woman like me with respect and kindness.”
A woman like her? What the hell is she talking about?
She gave a subtle shake of her head. “I just . . . I just wanted to say thank you.”
With my free hand, I stroked her soft cheek. “As stunning as you look on your knees for me, you can stand up right now if you’re only down there because you think you owe me something for caring for you the way you deserve. Respect and kindness should be the standard, not the exception.”
“In your world, maybe. But not in mine.”
What did that mean? We lived in the same world.
Before I had time to question her about it, she parted her lips and swallowed my cock, taking me as deep as she could.
“Fuck! Gemma!” I shouted, having been taken by surprise.
The satisfied hum she let out around my shaft settled in my balls, and I started running through save percentages of the all-time great goalies to try and keep from blowing my load in less than thirty seconds.
It wasn’t working.
Her mouth was so warm and wet that when she hollowed out her cheeks, suctioning those sinful lips like a vacuum as she bobbed on my length, I was a goner.
“Baby,” I gritted out. “Slow down, or I’m gonna come.”
Instead of being a deterrent, that spurred Gemma on, and she increased her pace, working her way further down my cock until she gagged.
“Gem, please.” I wasn’t sure if I was begging her to stop or keep going.
Her fingernails dug into my ass, keeping me steady as she struggled to take me all the way down her throat, moaning in an attempt to relax those muscles.
That eagerness finally snapped my control.
Hand tangling in her loose black tresses, I yanked her head back, forcing myself impossibly deeper down her throat. Tears leaked from heavy-lidded eyes that peered up at me, practically glowing gold.
“Filthy girl. So fucking needy for my cock,” I gritted out. “Choke on it.”
I held myself there as she gagged, following my command perfectly. Not that I gave her much choice.
Granting her mercy, I pulled out of her mouth, letting her drag in a few deep breaths before shoving back in.
“I’m gonna fuck your face now, baby. Okay?”
Gemma gave the tiniest nod, granting me permission to use her mouth to get off.
Bracing one hand on the counter, I widened my stance, thrusting my hips in a punishing pace, going deeper each time until I bumped the back of her throat repeatedly. Her lips werestretched to the max around me, and that sight alone had my balls tightening.
“I’m gonna come,” I panted in warning.
If she’d shoved at my thighs, struggled, or given any indication she wasn’t ready to swallow, I would have pulled out and come anywhere else but down her throat. But she didn’t, and that was the green light I needed to let go.
White-hot pleasure burst through every cell of my body as my cock swelled, and I came with a roar, continuing to thrust until she’d sucked me dry before letting my length slip from her lips.
