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“Fuck,” I hissed, trying to focus and keep quiet. She removed her mouth and hand and looked up at me.

“Good boys don’t get anything if they don’t listen. I said to be quiet, are you going to listen?”

I nodded because I wanted to do anything for her to call me her good boy again. Fuck that made me so hard it was almost painful. After a second longer of my silence, she bent over and took me completely to the back of her throat. I don’t know how I was supposed to stay silent during this because holy fucking shit. I wasn’t sure what I liked more, Allie’s mouth around my cock or her pussy. She was amazing, and god, I was almost there already. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm and then reached up and cupped my balls, adding slight pressure to them.

With how hard I was clenching to stay quiet, I was going to have major jaw pain tomorrow. She picked up her pace and moved her hand to the base, twisting back and forth, and that was all it took for that wave to slam into me. I dropped my controller on my desk, fisting a handful of her hair, and slammed into her throat as far as I could while black dots danced across my vision. Even after I finished, she continued to suck and lick. I didn’t think I could take much more. Fuck, it was so sensitive, and every nerve in my body was on fire.

She pushed on my knees so I could scoot back some and straddled my lap. I muted my mic and took the headset off. “Allie… that was—god, that was so fucking good.”

“Mmm, I know it was, baby. I’m glad you enjoyed it, and you did so fucking good for me being quiet.” She started to grind herself against me, and I gripped her ass, helping her move back and forth. “Why don’t you let me show you what good boys get hmm?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I shot up out of the chair and practically sprinted to my bedroom. I tossed her down and went to settle myself between her legs. She placed a hand on my chest, stopping me.

“Slow down there, lover boy. Stand up for me.” I quickly got up and waited for her next instructions. “You do really well listening. Take your clothes off.” I quickly stripped everything off and stood back waiting for her. I was totally naked, but I had never felt more at ease and confident than I did under her gaze. She looked at me like I was a god, like I hung the moon and stars, and damn did it make me feel good.

She stood up and slowly, so fucking slowly, stripped out of her clothes. Peeling her yoga pants off first, she kicked them to the side, followed by her oversized band tee. Allie was left standing in black cotton boy shorts and a matching black bra. There was a moment of hesitation before she slid her panties off and then reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“Lie down on the bed for me, Spencer.” Her southern drawl was heavy, and her tone was lower and lust-filled, which only made me want to listen to her more. I lay down, and once I was settled, she got on top and straddled me. Bracing a hand on my chest and then leaned down and kissed me again. She slid her tongue along the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, and I opened wide for her. This kiss was full of control and heat. I gripped her hips to hold her closer to me as our kiss turned into a full-on makeout session. Her hand came up and gently gripped my jaw as she pulled away—a whimper escaping my throat as she did.

“Do you want to know what a good boy gets, hmm?”

“Yes, please, what do I get?” My voice was breathy and full of need. This woman had me completely in her control, and I didn’t care one damn bit.

“First, you’re going to lie there while I sit on your face, and you’re going to make me come. Then I’m going to fuck you, Spencer.” Jesus Christ. I think this is the peak of my life.

She scooted up and hovered over my face, hesitating to move any closer. Her confidence was breaking in that hesitation. I could feel it in the way her muscles were tensing up. I’m sure some douche ex made her feel like this wasn’t something she could do, so I helped her out a little. I dug my fingers into her beautiful, full hips and yanked her down onto my face and ate like a man starved.

CHAPTER 19

My Personal Heaven

I have never in my life been so forward or controlling in the bedroom, but there’s something about him that gives me this extra confidence to not feel ashamed of taking what I want. The eagerness and hungry look in his eyes also helped.

His ocean blue eyes darkened and looked as if a storm was brewing when I told him he was my good boy and what exactly he was going to do. And holy shit, was he exceeding at it, and then some.

I tried to sit up some to make sure I wasn’t suffocating him, but all that accomplished was him banding his arms around my thighs, keeping me firmly in place. The way he devoured me left no room for any doubt that he wanted this, that he was enjoying himself immensely. The noises I made were a jumbled mess since I couldn’t think straight. I was already so close and could feel the ending steadily building up inside me. Each flick and moan caused a steady swell of pleasure.

I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding my pussy on his face as I did. Spencer dug his fingers into my hips and thighs hard enough to bruise, and I could feel him moan against me, causing little zaps of pleasure to shoot throughout my core when he did. He moved a hand to slide a finger into my dripping core, and holy hell, I didn’t know it could feel like this.

Every thought in my brain was silent, and all I could focus on was us. Nothing was flitting in and out about plans that needed to be made, errands I needed to run, no. It was only Spencer and the intense feeling of ecstasy.

The wave of pleasure crescendoed until it slammed into me at full force, sending me crashing overboard. I braced my hand against the wall while he pulled me even closer and continued to lick everywhere, not letting a single drop be missed.

Coming down from my high, I slowly lifted up and scooted back so I was sitting in his lap. Spencer wasted no time sitting up and slamming his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself on him. Fuck this was hot.

“You taste like pure heaven, and I will do anything to praise you over and over.” This man's mouth should come with a warning. He continued to kiss me, wrapping his fingers in my hair and lightly pulling. I could feel him getting hard again. Without thinking, I started to grind myself back and forth against him. He let out a growl as his hands roamed my body. The effect I had on him only boosted my ego.

“That’s it, sweetheart, use me. Take whatever you fucking want from me. My body, mind, and soul are yours.” He gripped my thighs while I continued using him. A layer of sweat coated our skin, and my breathing was ragged.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes there!” I shattered against him again, head thrown back in utter bliss. Two orgasms back to back were insane to me, and something I didn’t think was possible either. Spencer already knew how to work my body in just the right way. He knew exactly what notes to play to make my body sing the most beautiful melody.

“That’s it, baby, breathe. Look at you and how stunning you are.” He brushed the hair out of my face that I hadn’t realized had fallen, placing gentle kisses on my lips, nose, and forehead. Goosebumps broke out across my skin from his touch. He placed another kiss on my lips and whispered against them, “We’re not done yet, though.”

That eagerness in his eyes to follow me earlier changed to something carnal and demanding. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his glasses and quickly shoved them on. “There’s no taking it easy tonight, sweetheart. Understand?” I simply shook my head because when the fuck did the tables turn? I was too tired to fight against it, though, already completely spent. He lifted me up, lined himself up with my entrance, and then slowly lowered me down onto him, inch by torturous inch.

My eyes popped open. “Holy shit, I—it’s all so sensitive, I don’t think I can take anymore, Spence, please. Too much. Too big.”

“Shh, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he crooned into my ear as I lay my head against his shoulder and dug my nails into his broad shoulders, leaving little crescents in his skin.