Wreck Me - Page 201

Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, he squirts a bit in his hand. He threads his finger through my hair, massaging my scalp. It feels so incredible that a moan slips free.

“I want to feel you inside of me. I’m addicted to that maddening sensation. I crave our connection.”

“Take what you want from me, princess. I’m yours. I’m here.”

He is mine, and I am his. Nothing and no one could ever change that.

There were times I didn’t even think I could be free, and even now, I’m not sure I am. Grandmother will have the last say. But I don’t let that thought ruin our moment. Together, we’ll find a way.

I go to my knees. Instant hunger burns in his eyes.

“Any plans while you’re on your knees looking so damn beautiful?”

“Hmm… I was thinking of sucking you. But only if that’s okay with you, of course.”

I love the playfulness we have going on.

“That is a hard decision.”

I slap his lower abdomen.

He fists my hair and pulls my head back. “Suck me, princess. Now.”

The command issued in that deep voice kicks me into action. I curl my fingers around the base of his cock. It jerks in my hand, leaking a bit of pre-cum, emboldening me. Lowering my lips to him, I lick at the tip, trailing my tongue down the vein on his shaft, and take as much of him as I can into my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, princess, you suck me so good. I can’t think straight.”

I pop his head out. “You never could in my presence anyway.”

“Even with your mouth full of my cock, you smart mouth me.”

Moving my head up and down while I keep eye contact, I poke my tongue in the small slit.

His chest vibrates with pleasure, and then he cups my face, taking charge.

I don’t mind. I love that side of him when he’s just a bit rougher, and it makes me feel what I do to him. I gag, spit gathering at my chin, but he looks at me as if I am the most fascinating woman on earth, which empowers me.

“Princess, you’re perfect. Fucking perfect. Take all of me.”

It’s not easy, but he slides down my throat, my lips kissing his pubic area. Breathing through my nose, he fucks my mouth. Seeing him lost in the pleasure that my mouth offers him is the greatest aphrodisiac. I am so wet and aching for him to take me. After he thrusts in and out a few more times, he pulls out. He comes all over my face, tracing the head of his cock along my lips.

“I thought you wearing red lipstick was my favorite, but I think my cum on your lips might top that.”

A true romantic, my man.

Then he pushes me back onto the shower seat. My legs spread on instinct, my insides humming as he gets between my thighs.

He parts my pussy with his fingers, completely engrossed.

“Such a beautiful pussy that has me addicted.”

He buries his face between my legs, his tongue and fingers are the best pleasure tools. I could never have too much of him.

Stars explode in my vision. He’s relentless in bringing me so high my fingernails dig into his arms. Every lick creates a tremor that travels through my body. Every nibble of my clit has me moaning, driving me mad with lust. Every time he adds another finger, I gasp for air. He draws the pleasure out of me with expert ease. The squelching sound of my wetness mixed with my moans is a song my body plays for him.

“So wet, my princess. You’re almost there. Give me what I want, my good girl. I need to drink you up.”

It doesn’t take long for him to push me over the edge. I come hard, his name falling from my lips in sweet surrender.