Shannon loved testing the limits. She knew what she was doing, and was determined to push his buttons, too, just to see how far she could take him.
She’d tapped into the confidence of all the women he’d been with before, but somehow, she made it uniquely hers.
With a wicked grin, she nibbled a little more of the bread, dragging out her seduction, letting the tensionbuild. But when he lunged from the couch and grabbed her biceps, she gasped.
“Those lips need to be on my dick, now,” he ordered, his voice no longer playful, but commanding. His tongue dragged along the seam of her mouth, making her pulse race.
The power of his words and the intensity in his eyes turned her on more than she expected.
Holding eye contact, she shoved the last bite of bread into her mouth, her left cheek bulging with the defiance of her teasing.
“Like this?” she said around the mouthful.
A slow, pleased smile curled his lips, the dimple in his cheek deepening as he watched.
“I should take you over my knee and use that whip properly,” he murmured, low and dangerous.
“Really?” she whispered, voice like silk laced with challenge. “I might be the one using it this time.”
His hand curled around her throat, not tight, just enough to claim.
“No, love,” he growled, lips brushing her lips. “You’ll be kneeling. Waiting. Wet. And silent… until I say otherwise.”
Shannon lowered to her knees, her hands finding the zipper of his jeans.
Featherlight fingertips danced along his waistband, teasing the fabric as she tugged at the jeans lower, inch by inch.
His hand slid into her hair, fisting it at the root and tugging herhead back.
“Be a good girl and show me how deep you can take it,” he ordered, gripping the base of his dick and rubbing it over her lips. “You’ve teased me long enough. Now it’s time to make me proud.”
With a flick of her tongue, she licked the tiny slit at the crown of his dick and hummed.
Shannon looked up at him through her lashes, a sly grin tugging at her lips.
“I think you like it when I tease you, Jamie.”
His lips curled into a smirk, the grip on her hair tightening just enough to remind her who was in charge.
“You’re cute when you think you've got the upper hand,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “But I’m the one calling the shots here, love. Keep that in mind.”
He slid his dick across her mouth again. “But I’ll let you think you’re in charge for now… just this once.”
With a slight tug on her hair, Jamie gave a thick, deep grunt. “Now, let me see those pretty eyes while my dick is buried in your throat.”
Shannon hesitated for a moment, then pulled against his hold, her tongue dragging a wet path from tip to base.
Wrapping her hands around him, she took half of his length into her mouth, fighting against the natural urge to gag.
Jamie watched, his eyes dark with hunger, a low groan escaping his lips.
“Fuck, look at you behaving yourself,” he rasped, voice low and gravelly. “Those cherry lips look so fucking amazing stretched around my dick. You feel so good, love. Just like I knew you would. I bet you’re wet again.”
His hands tightened in her hair, keeping her steady as she moved.
“You’re beautiful,” he continued, his praise a growing flame in her core. “I love watching you struggle to take all of me. Every swallow gets me harder.”
He pushed his hips forward, forcing, but her to take him deeper. “Keep going. Show me just how far you’ll go.”
