Page 156 of Accidentally Under Your Tree

Muscles in his thighs, his stomach, but definitely in his thighs flexed as he stood. They were wide and long. The boxer briefs he wore stretched thin around them. His hard length strained against the stretchy material.

He loomed over me, his eyes as hungry for me as mine were for him.

A blush bloomed in my cheeks, as I lowered the band around his waist until his cock slipped free. It bounced in front of my mouth. I took hold of his base, thick and hot. Wetting my lips, I squirmed at his groan of equal parts anticipation and impatience.

He brushed my hair away from my face, taking hold of a handful at the roots.

I sighed, closing my eyes to his gentle pull.

He tugged my head back and waited for me to look up at him. "You like that?"

"Yes." I ran my hand up and down his length.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth.

"You like that?" I asked, knowing the answer.

He grinned down at me. "Behave."

That one word struck through me like electricity. I wanted to give it back, ratchet his need for me up the way he kept doing to me.

In one motion, I filled my mouth with his cock, sucking him to the back of my throat and moaning.

His hold of my hair pulled almost too tight. His hips jerked pushing his tip a bit further making tears sting my eyes. "Fuck," he ground out.

I took him in and out, swallowing him deeper each time. My cheeks hollowing. His ribs expanded with quick, shallow breaths. Rocking his hips, he fucked my mouth. My name a repeated plea and groan. He whispered dirty things about how perfect I looked with my lips stretched around him, and how he couldn't wait to fill my pussy.

I squeezed my legs together, needing pressure.

Without warning, he shifted away from me. One hand raked over his face, the other still holding tight to the strands of my hair. Slowly, his fingers loosened. He took a step back.

My head was light, and my blood rushed. My body was replaced with sparking energy barely contained within my skin. I needed release.

He tracked the movement of my hand as I swiped a bra strap off my shoulder and slipped my arm free. A muscle flexed in his jaw. When I lowered the second strap. The tight set of his jaw looked dangerous for his teeth. I reached my hands behind my back, undoing the clasps. I had to shake my tits from side-to-side to make the garment fall to my lap.

The growl that escaped his throat scraped down my spine, but it was the twitch of his hard cock that made me whimper.

In one quick movement, he hovered above me, forcing me back to the mattress again. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking. I arched. My tit released from his lips with a pop, and he gave the same treatment to my other side.

Shifting back, he pressed kisses to my soft stomach. His big fists white knuckled on either side of my waist. His breath was humid puffs as he hissed, "You have me on the fucking edge."

He looked up from his brow to meet my eyes. "Stand up. Put your elbows on that table. Stick that goddamn glorious ass out."

I felt his commands in my core. Needy for more. Eager to follow his direction. But when he stood, I missed his weight. The distance between us was too much for my lust-soaked mind.

He swiped a hand down his face, searching. He spoke into his fist, "Condoms. Where are my fucking condoms?" Then he noticed me still on the bed and simply pointed a stern finger toward the mirror.

A slow smile spread across my face. "Bossy."

"Tell me you don't like it."

I pinched my lips together.

"If you're not where I told you to be by the time I find these fucking condoms."

Pushing myself to my feet, I stood.

The table was cold under my forearms. I turned my hips out, displaying my ass just like he wanted.

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