Page 48 of Wrecked
“Yes, I do,” she replied. “Do you want this or don’t you?”
On another growl, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. Slow and sensual while he teased her with his tongue on her lips, then he pressed inside. She welcomed him into her mouth while she stroked his cock through his pants.
“I wantyou,” he ground out. “So fucking badly.”
Her breathing was erratic, and he loved the effect he was having on her. He was never one to relinquish control, but as he stared into her eyes—eyes that were so familiar to him—he wanted her to take the lead.
“Suck me,” he ground out.
She helped him out of his pants and his boxer briefs, then she led him to the chair—the same chair where the guy was getting blown twenty minutes ago. She nudged him back. He sat. Mr. Johnson, stiff as steel, jutted skyward.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Sex changes a friendship.”
“Not ours. Lean back and relax, ‘cause I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
She tucked her long tendrils behind her ears, placed her hands on his thighs and started caressing them. The build was slow, her touch exhilarating. He studied her face as she stayed focused on his legs. Slow, gentle caresses over his aching muscles. Back and forth, up and down.
Then, she slipped her hand under his balls. His eyes drifted closed, the pleasure streaming through him. But he forced them open. This was something he did not want to miss.
“You got cooties down here?”
He smiled. “I’m clean.”
She caressed his shaft, ran her fingertips across the head before leaning over and tasting him. When she placed him into her mouth, he growled, low and deep, and long.
“Mmm,” she said.
Anticipation oozed out and she took him in deeper. His shaft thickened as she licked him like a lollypop, then devoured him into her mouth. He was a big boy, but she did a good job taking in most of him. Her hair had fallen over her cheek and he tucked it behind her ear.
Her eyes were closed, but when he groaned, they fluttered open. Her gaze found his. Seeing her mouth around his cock was intense. As if she sensed they were crossing a line for which there was no going back, her lips lifted at the corners, before her eyes closed.
She continued sucking and licking, the streams of euphoria pumping through him in rapid-fire succession. The overload of pleasure sent him flying high, the thrumming of his cock hijacking his senses.
He inhaled, blew out another groan. Her scent filled his soul. His empty, angry soul. She started sucking harder, her every moan sent hits of adrenaline powering through him. When she raked her teeth over his shaft, he blurted, “Jesus, Addison, you feel so fucking good.”
His raspy voice sounded foreign to him, like she’d unleashed a part of him he didn’t know existed.
Her moans were coming faster, she was massaging his balls with more pressure, then, she deep throated him, taking all of him so that he pressed against the back of her throat.
“Here I go, baby,” he said through gritted teeth. “Fuuuuuuuuck.”
The ecstasy shot out of him so hard, the orgasm ripped through his chest. Euphoria so intense, he ground out her name. He was breathing hard, wracked with so much pleasure, he couldn’t speak. He just sat there in absolute rapture.
She slowed, lightened her touch. Then, she pulled off him, vanished into the bathroom.
What the fuck just happened?
Kneeling at his feet, she caressed his thighs. “Was that good?” Her minty breath wafted in his direction.
He opened his eyes. Her half-hooded lids were sexy as hell. He wanted her. Wanted to root himself inside her. Wanted to bring herallthe pleasure, all night long, until she lay in his arms, fully sated and completely boneless.
“I’m not sure if you wrecked me forever or I’ve been reborn.” He sat up. “I can’t wait to watch you come. Lie on the bed.”
“No.”
“What do you meanno?”
She pushed up onto her knees, leaned close. “That was me making a point,” she murmured.
