Yours Tonight (Reign 1)

I shot up immediately, his cock popping from my mouth. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry. Did I do it wrong?”

“No.” he smiled, and ran his fingers through my hair. “You have me on the brink already.”

“Really? But I haven’t—”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. And it’s the God damn teasing beforehand that’s making it hard for me to hold out.”

I gave a sheepish smile. “So, I suppose I should just…” I kept my eyes on his and licked the tip. His fingers tightened in my hair. “Do something like that?” Another lick.

“There you go with that teasing again.”

I swirled my tongue around and around, pausing only to say, “What happens when I tease you?” With innocent sarcasm, I looked up at him, daring him to show me. Because I wanted him to. Wanted him to lose himself to me. Just for a moment, the way I lost myself to him.

With one hand holding the majority of my hair at the back of my head, he cupped my chin in his free hand and coaxed my mouth to close around his cock.

“Keep your mouth on me,” he said. I nodded as he moved his hand from my chin to the chair he sat in. His muscles bulged as he levered himself off the seat enough to move his hips.

“You want this, baby?” he asked.

I nodded again.

He flexed his hips the way he did when he fucked me. The motion sent his cock deep into my mouth, then pulled it back. He flexed again. Rolling his hips slowly, pushing and retreating in and out. Every time, the suction I had intensified. Something he must have felt, because he groaned.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said between gritted teeth. His whole body was tense. Wetness pooled between my legs just watching him. The way he rolled his hips, the way his stomach flexed and his chest drew tight as he moved in and out of my mouth the way he would my core. It was incredible to witness his strong body moving.

“You like this? Me fucking this pretty mouth?”

I answered by flicking my tongue along his shaft. He grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He went slow, steady. Each time, going just a fraction deeper. He didn’t shove or quicken his pace. He took his time, letting me adjust. I ran my hands up his thighs and to his hips. I wanted to feel what I was seeing. Feel him move.

“What are you doing to me?” he rasped, and I didn’t know if he knew he’d said it out loud. But he was lost. The look of raw pleasure on his face was all it took to spark my need for him into overdrive. He took pleasure from me. And I gave it. Pride soared.

When he pumped inward again, he hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed in reaction.

“Ah, fuck!” he said, and hit that spot again, causing me to swallow around him once more. “Yes, baby, just like that. You’re so good. So fucking good.”

I realized that when I swallowed, my throat contracted around him, and that was something that seemed to drive him wild. So, I did it again and again. Grabbing his hips a little tighter, I went to try to take him deeper, but he pulled back.

“I’m going to come,” he said, and went to pull all the way out. Instinct took over, and my tight grip turned to claws, keeping him in my mouth.

I sucked hard, hoping he’d get the message that I wanted to experience this whole thing. Start to finish.

That dark heat came out and his eyes flickered with wicked lust.

“You want me to stay, huh?” he growled. He pumped deep into my

throat. “Then you’re going to take all of me. Swallow me down.”

With that, he thrust deep, and a hot liquid splashed against the back of my throat. I watched his body shudder as lash after lash coated my tongue, and I did as he said and took it all.

He groaned. He slowly withdrew. I didn’t have time to right myself before he ordered, “Stand up.”

I did. He yanked my pants down and off, leaving me bare and him at eye level. He grabbed one of my legs and placed my foot on his thigh. I had to hold his head for balance.

“Are you wet, baby?” he asked, cupping my ass and bringing me to his mouth.

“Yes,” I sighed when his tongue hit my clit. He growled against me, the vibrations making me shudder.