Page 85 of Love Lies Bleeding

His tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip and the action makes my body squirm with desire as a flood of wetness hits my panties. Reaching up, I palm the steel of his erection through the fabric of his tuxedo pants, and his hiss of appreciation makes my head spin.

This is power. Not the dress, but the way he looks at me, the way he lets me see how much I affect him. His cock flexes beneath my hand as I slide the zipper down inch by inch, our breathing growing louder as anticipation fills the room with oxygen.

I free his hard cock and saliva floods my mouth as the musky scent of him hits my nose. I know how it feels to choke on his cock. I know how it tastes, how soft the skin is, and how good it feels when he takes control, which I can see he’s on the brink of doing. There he is, the dominant man who makes me want to weep with how much pleasure he gives me. No man has ever been able to please me like Jake, and that’s because he was, and still is, the only one I trust to have this control.

“Are you sure about this, Blossom?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

My body practically purrs at his praise and I feel myself relax for the first time in so long. Jake holds my gaze as he reaches out and presses my bottom lip open, forcing his thumb between my lips. His skin is salty as he drags it over my tongue and I moan. Not from the taste but from the action.

“Suck. Show me how much you need my cock.”

I do as he asks, forgetting everything else except his command and the feel of him taking control. When he slides his thumb out, he hums as I look up at him.

“Stand up.”

He gives me his hand as I stand, his gentle touch at odds with the dominance radiating from his body. It should be a contradiction, but Jake was always gentle with me, even when his hand was around my throat.

“Lift your dress and show me my pretty pussy.”

Walking my fingers down my thighs, I drag the hem of the dress higher until it’s above my hips. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the throb of arousal sliding through me. Jake watches me and his body tenses, his cock proud and erect as it bobs between us from his open zipper. Pre-cum slides down his length and I lick my lips, desperate to taste him.

A dark chuckle falls from him. “Such a little slut for my cock, Blossom.”

I’d argue but what is the point when it’s true? His words force an overwhelming sensation of lust to skitter through my bloodstream and though he’s hardly touched me, I can feel the first flickers of climax edging my vision.

His fingertips toy with the edge of my panties, making my head feel too heavy for my neck. Then with a flick of his wrist, he tears the silk from my skin. Bringing it to his face, he inhales like my scent is a drug and he’s starved for his next fix, his eyes falling closed as his cock throbs, bumping against my swollen clit. A whimper slips from my lips and Jake smirks as he shoves the sodden, destroyed silk in his pocket.

God, this is turning into so much more than the quick blow job I planned to give him in the cloakroom, but then I should have known it would. Jake isn’t a man to let anyone, even me, control his sexual encounters.

Without warning, his hand comes up and grips my throat as the other slides between my thighs, his fingers sliding over my sensitive flesh that is soaked for him.

“Fuck.”

Gathering the moisture from my aching pussy, he rubs the pads of his fingers over my clit, before pushing his thumb inside my needy cunt. Just like that, sensation slams into me, and I have to grip his arm as my climax hits me like an out-of-control tornado. My legs shake, my whole body spasms and Jake holds my gaze through it all. A connection that has always been between us springs to life in a way I can’t deny anymore. This is us, this indescribable understanding of each other is what I’ve missed for the last ten years.

Removing his fingers from my pussy, he slides them between his lips and sucks every drop of my climax from them, his growl of appreciation making my body eager for round two.

“You’re still my favorite dessert, Blossom.”

Familiar words, once uttered between two kids in love, now fill me with something else. Hope, fear, lust, all swimming around in a pool of confusion in my brain.

“On your knees.”

His words snap me out of my spiral and I sink to the floor of the restroom, the lace of my dress pooling around me, and look up at the man who owns me, body and soul. Even when I hated him, he was the one who could make me feel more than any other man ever has or will.

His strong fingers grip his cock as he guides the blunt end of his dick to my lips.

“Open and take what I give you, little slut.”

I should hate that he calls me that, but knowing that he also calls me his queen makes it hot in a way that I control.

I open my mouth and he paints his cock across my lips, coating my skin with his pre-cum like lip gloss.

“So pretty.”

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