Page 83 of House of Scarlett
His expression turns contemplative, but I think I see pride shining in his eyes. “I should’ve known a CEO would be bossy in bed.”
My shoulders shake as I giggle. “I like to be on top too.”
“Fuck yeah. And you will be at least once tonight, but not yet.”
I’m already undoing the button of his jeans and tugging at the zipper. “But, first ...”
I trail off as his thick shaft springs forth out of his jeans. As soon as I wrap my palm around it and squeeze, he releases another deep groan before moving up my body, with his knees on either side of me until that beautiful penis is only inches from my mouth.
“Let me fuck your face.”
A gush of moisture between my legs accompanies my nodding head.Go, Bad Scarlett. You’re a sex kitten.“Yes. Now. Give it to me.”
And he does. Inch by inch, he feeds that cock between my lips until it hits the back of my throat, and then pulls it free.
“Goddamn. I can’t. I’ll blow my load down your throat.”
My inner muscles clench in protest. I desperately want him inside me, pounding away and taking me exactly where I need to go to come apart again.
“Just a little more, then I’m mounting up. Fuck, ladybug ... I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will do it over and over again.”
I smile as he tunnels into my mouth, and suck hard with my lips until he pulls back. I can’t shake the urge to almost laugh because I’m so happy. It’s a first for me—being so joyful while I’m giving a blow job that I just can’t contain it.
Is this what sex is supposed to be like? I sure as hell hope so, because this is fun,andI get to come.
A few strokes later, Gabriel pulls out and flops onto his back next to me. “You gotta give me a minute. I’m hanging on by a thread, and I want this to last.”
I reach down to grip his cock in my palm and stroke it. “You can last next time.”
When I release it, I shimmy off my panties and climb on top, like I was born to ride this man. I shake my hair out over my shoulders as I center myself over his dick and rub my clit up and down it.
His groans of pleasure tell me everything I need to know. When his hands wrap around my hips, it’s time to quit teasing and give us both exactly what we want.
“You sure you want to do this?”
I stare down at him like he’s crazy. “Of course.”
“We can try missionary. Might be easier on you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Nothing’s worth that, no matter how fucking good it feels.”
My heart melts into a puddle right then and there. “Let me try, and I’ll tell you. Okay?”
He nods, and I use my fingertips to lift the head of his cock to my entrance. We both freeze at the delicious contact.
Even though his hands are on my hips, and he could bury himself balls deep inside me in an instant, he lets me control the pace and depth. I sink onto his cock inch by inch, torturing us both with the pleasure.
His dark blond hair is splayed out on my pillow as his hooded eyes watch my every move.
“Your pace, ladybug. Your pace.” He sounds hoarse with need, and it ignites the short fuse I’ve been ready to detonate all day.
I lift up and drop down fast, taking it all.
Forty-Nine
Legend
Holy.Fucking. Shit.
She’s a goddamned temptress sent from heaven to prove to mortal men that they don’t know shit about shit. She levels me with her innocent movements that give me more pleasure than the most experienced woman alive could.
