Page 144 of Powerhouse: Boxed Set
Tiernan
“On your knees,”I ordered again when she didn’t immediately obey, desire chewing off the end of the phrase, giving me away.
Bianca hesitated still, licking that swollen mouth with the plush top lip I wanted to stretch thin around my cock.
For a moment, I thought she wouldn’t do it. I thought I’d pushed too hard and lost the thread of her desire instead of tightening it. I told myself to be happy, satisfied. She couldn’t handle me and I should never have thought to let her try.
But then, like a length of ribbon unspooling off the edge of the desk, she slipped to her feet, then sank gracefully to her knees.
My cock kicked hard in the confines of my pants, spitting precum.
I caged her in before she could second-guess herself.
Before I could second-guessmyself.
I stood before her, legs slightly braced, the tented fabric over my erection right in her face. When I tipped forward to plant my hands on the table over her head, she was effectively locked in, caught between my cock and the drawers of the desk at her back.
“Take me out.”
Her hands trembled, but it wasn’t with nerves. She was excited, shivering with it as she fumbled with my belt, each tooth of the zipper a slow unhooking that made me grind my teeth impatiently. A small smile pressed between her lips, a secret, feminine satisfaction because she knew that she might have been caged, about to suck my cock like a good little thing, but that she was the one in control. My most valuable appendage slapped against my stomach, spraying precum on my shirt as she brought it into the open.
A soft, nearly indecipherable hum of approval, ofhunger, before she wrapped her small hand, finger by finger, around the root of my thick cock.
Without direction, she dipped forward to lap at the wet on the red tip. Her hum, that time, was louder.
My knees fuckingshook. I tightened my grip on the desk and braced my feet wider apart, head tipped down to watch that blonde head as she slowly licked me over, a kitten lapping cream.
It was too much and not enough.
I wanted to fuck her face, dip in and out of her throat, use her until her voice was wrecked and ruined for days.
But I didn’t.
For some inexplicable reason my fevered brain refused to dive into, I let her explore with her soft fingers and tongue until I was a sweating, raving beast caged in by my own control.
After a few long minutes, Bianca tipped her gaze up to me and the sight almost unmanned me. An angel on her knees for a monster, holding my dick like it was holy, like she had been made and born to worship it always.
“Make me,” she whispered so quietly, I wouldn’t have heard her if the room wasn’t as quiet as an altar. “I want—will you make me?”
A groan tore up the passage of my throat. I was moving before I could consciously respond, my hands gliding into that silken hair to fist tightly, my hips already canting forward. I delved too deeply into that hot cavern of her mouth, sliding over her tongue until I was wedged at the back of her throat. She gagged around me, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, but when I went to pull out, she clutched her hands around my thighs and bit into my flesh with her nails.
More.
She wanted more.
Fuck me, she wanted to be used like the little thing she was.
And who was I to disobey that call?
I was as far from a saint as one could get. I was a sinner, marked and bound for hell.
And in that moment, I determined to fucking deserve it.
My cock sawed in and out, long-dicking her face, her throat. I used her until spit was leaking from the edges of her stuffed pink mouth, dribbling down her chin. Until tears fell unhindered from her closed eyes, her lashes wet spikes against flushed cheeks.
She let me use her and she fucking loved it.
Unconscious of her own responses, she moaned around me almost constantly, clutching at me every time I pulled out over her tongue as if she couldn’t stand to be void of my cock.
