Page 46 of He Will Come for Me

“You were reading one of your naughty books and you texted me and told me you needed my big, juicy dick right now.” I laugh and lean back to look at him.

“Really?” That doesn’t sound anything like me, but I’m gathering being with Phoenix brought me out of my shell.

“Yes, really. It has been my pleasure watching you explore all the things you like. Especially since you have explored it with me.” He moves so his fingers are even closer to my pussy. I rock against him and move back slightly, so they brush over my opening.

Tilting my head back, he leans forward and licks up the column of my neck. “I love when you do that,” I moan. He grips me harder and pushes me against his cock again, hard and slow. Glancing down, the head of his cock peeks out of his sweats, glistening with pre-cum, his piercing beckoning me.

“What kind of piercing is it called?” I ask as I continue to stare.

“Frenum piercing,” he answers.

I lick my lips and scramble off his lap. The swing rocks with my abrupt movement, but Phoenix stops it with his feet. “What are you doing, love?” I answer him by dropping to my knees. The wood of the gazebo digs into my knees.

I pull on the waistband of his sweats. He doesn’t stop me; instead he lifts his hips slightly, allowing me to pull them further down. His cock jumps again as I stare at him. Leaning forward, I kiss his piercing and look up at him.

His eyes are dark with desire. “Come on, love. Suck it.” My mouth curves into a smile as he fists my hair. Keeping my eyes on his, I lean forward and lick him, teasing him. His Adam’s apple bobs, but he doesn’t try to control my movements.

Sucking his tip into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around him, paying attention to the piercing. A growl vibrates his chest and escapes his mouth just as I drop down on him.

“Fuck,” he whispers. I’m surprised I don’t gag when he touches the back of my throat. Maybe my body is used to this even if I can’t remember. I thought doing this with him being pierced would be hard, but it isn’t.

I suck and pull up his length slowly, wrapping a hand around him as the skin is exposed. He’s soft, velvety, and so hard. When I get to his tip again, I swirl my tongue around him and lick off his salty taste. Dropping back down on him, his abs shake as I start the process all over again.

“Jesus Christ, Kenz.” His hips buck slightly. My knees are beginning to ache, but I push it out of my mind as I pop off him and lick from his base to his head over and over. I’m about to drop down on him again, but he sits up, grabbing me under my arms and lifts me to my feet.

He kisses me hard before turning me around and walking me to the banister. He pushes on my back so I lay across the banister, my arms supporting me. Pulling my leggings down, he kicks my feet apart. I suck in a breath just as his cock teases my entrance. He grabs my hips as he pushes forward.

We both groan. I just had him a couple of hours ago, but it wasn’t enough. Laying my forehead against my arm, I rock back against him.

“That’s it, love. Fuck my cock.” My walls flutter and my stomach flips. He leans forward slightly, running his palms up my stomach to cup my breasts, plucking my nipples with his fingers.

The pressure is building and pleasure tingles across my skin like I’ve been electrocuted. “Harder,” I groan as I continue to ride his dick. He removes his hands from my breasts and grips my hips so hard, I’m sure there will be bruises that look like his fingerprints. But I don’t care. The bite of pain adds to the pleasure. The sound of him entering me over and over again is obscene. But god is it making me wetter.

“Nix. Yes!” He’s touching that spot in me over and over again, and I know I’m minutes from imploding. His hand skates around my waist and travels down to my clit, brushing his fingers over me lightly. And those minutes turn into seconds.

He kicks my legs further apart, his fingers parting my pussy lips. I swallow, trying to wet my dry mouth. He leans forward slightly, giving him better access. When his middle finger touches where he’s entering me, I gasp so hard it scratches my throat.

He applies pressure and I’m coming so hard and so long he has to hold me up as he thrusts into me chasing his own orgasm. He moans his release and collapses on my back.

“I fucking missed this so much,” he murmurs against my neck. I’m still trying to catch my breath, so I breathe in through my nose and out my mouth a few times before I attempt to speak. He pulls out of me and I miss him immediately. He helps pull my leggings up and turns me around, wrapping me in his arms.

So much for getting any baking done. Phoenix is proving to be a very big distraction.

“Is it always like this?” I ask. His hand stills on my back.

“Always.”

Chapter 21

Phoenix promises to let me be for the rest of the afternoon as I bake some pumpkin spice cupcakes, an apple pie, and a red velvet cake. I had to bribe him with the chocolate chip cookies I made, but they were his anyway.

Grabbing a jar of peanut butter out of the pantry, I dip a spoon in it and lick it as I wait for the red velvet cake to finish cooling so I can put icing on it. Dr. Chamberland and Dr. Pearl walk in, followed by Rex and Phoenix.

They both greet me. “I’m going to do a quick checkup,” Dr. Chamberland says.

Dr. Pearl offers me a small smile as I sit so Dr. Chamberland can take my blood pressure. Once he’s done, Dr. Pearl speaks.

“Hi Miss McKenzie. Mr. Stone tells me you’ve had another memory.”

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