“Always.”
He dropped his hand and walked into the living room where three large couches surrounded a coffee table. He dropped his jeans and boxers and pushed them to his ankles before he sat down, his large cock resting against his stomach. “On your knees.” He rested both arms over the back of the couch, taking up as much space as possible like an entitled king.
His arrogance never surprised me.
His eye was slightly swollen and discolored from the bruise, but somehow, the injury only made him look sexier. He could take any kind of pain without being affected by it. Stone-cold and rock-hard, he was as impenetrable as a cliff face.
He snapped his fingers then pointed to the ground at his feet.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his crassness. “Bold, huh?”
“Yes. But I think I earned it.” He nodded to the ground again.
I didn’t mind getting on my knees for this man at all. I was happy to do it. But I would never take orders from anyone, not even him. Disobedience was in my blood, along with stubbornness.
His cock thickened the longer he waited, like he enjoyed this standoff. He got off to my temper, to my resilience. He’d been that way since the night he met me, wanting to get me to submit—and loving every time he failed.
His shirt was still on, covering his muscles and tattoos, but his corded neck and tight forearms hinted at everything underneath the cotton shirt. He was over two hundred pounds of solid muscle, probably two-fifty. He ate more protein in a single meal than I ate all day.
“Take off your shirt.”
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile before he cooperated. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the armrest. “Better?”
“Yes.” I sank to my knees, my hands sliding up his muscled thighs.
He took a deep breath as I kneeled, his eyes immediately narrowing as he observed me position myself in between his thighs. He watched my fingers move up to his hips, my nails digging into his skin.
He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, messing up my hair as he dragged it free of my body. The straps of my bra came next, and he pushed them down until my bra fell around my torso.
I reached my hands behind me, and I unclasped it so it could fall to the ground.
Bones stared at my tits, his eyes drinking them in like he didn’t see them every single day. His look was so manly, so territorial, that I never wanted another man to look at me like that. Nothing made me feel more beautiful than when he claimed me with just his gaze. He reached both hands out and palmed my breasts, rubbing his thumb across the nipples as they started to harden. “I love these tits.” He pinched my nipples slightly, making my breathing hitch. He grabbed the back of my neck and guided my lips down to his length.
I moved with him, aroused by the heat in his gaze. My lips pressed against his sac, and I kissed the textured skin, my tongue feeling the special grooves. His fingers rested under the fall of my hair, and he watched me, studying the way I kissed his balls. “Suck.”
I drew one into my mouth, ran my tongue everywhere, and then released it.
He moaned in approval.
I did the same to the other before I dragged my tongue along his base, right over the thick vein that lined his entire shaft. I moved to the tip and licked away the drop that formed on the crown.
My hand gripped his base and directed him to the ceiling so I could push my throat down his length. I moved as far as I could go before I felt the need to gag and then pulled back again. My throat was sore from the stretch, and my mouth produced more saliva to sheathe him everywhere.
Bones moaned again, telling me enjoyed it. “Nice and slow.”
He wanted this to last, to enjoy the sight as well as the sensation. Just like when I asked him to make love to me, he gave me exactly what I desired. He seemed turned on by the way I told him what I wanted without any shame. Now he did the same to me, telling me to suck his dick good without making him come.
I moved slowly, taking his cock over and over while massaging his balls at the same time. On my knees in front of the couch while my panties started to soak from my arousal, I knew I was in the exact position most women wanted to be. They wanted to be pleasing a man like him, who was handsome, strong, rich, and powerful.
But I was the only one who had the privilege.