Page 69 of Just Say When

But I had never seen her nervous.

Until now.

She flitted around the house, putting things away, babbling. It was cute.

But being cute wasn’t going to save her.

I followed her into her bedroom.

“Essie,” I said.

She froze and stared at me with wide blue eyes.

“Come here, Essie.” My tone was no less commanding for its softness.

Head tilted, she studied me, gaze assessing. I wondered if she’d refuse, and what I’d do about it. It might be fun to find out. But she didn’t refuse, despite the hint of trepidation in the way her fingers fidgeted by her sides as she came toward me.

We were nearly toe-to-toe when she stopped. “What?” she asked, all innocence, as if she truly had no clue what her text had done to me. She knew, though. She fuckingknew.

I traced the shell of her ear as I tucked a strand of hair behind it. Then I leaned down to whisper, “You’ve been bad, hellion. So fucking naughty. Letting other men think they have a shot with what’s mine. Flirting with them while I watched. You wanted to make me angry? You wanted me jealous?”

A shivery exhale escaped her, and she grabbed my biceps like she needed the support to keep from sliding to the ground.

I nipped her earlobe, and she gasped. “Well, congratulations, honey. It worked. Now take off your clothes and get on your fucking knees.”

For a moment, she didn’t move. Just breathed ragged little breaths that made me even more desperate.

Then she let go of my arms and took a step back, then another, her gaze never wavering from mine. Her shirt went first, followed by those goddamn jeans, leaving her standing there in nothing but tiny scraps of black lace.

I flipped open the snap of my jeans and unzipped. “Everything,” I said as I took my dick out, thick and hard and pulsing with need. She watched me stroke myself as she shimmied out of her bra and underwear, a pink flush darkening her cheekbones.

Then with a little smirk, she dropped to her knees.

I groaned at the sight of my beautiful hellion, kneeling so prim and proper with her thighs squeezed together, her hands folded demurely on her lap. But there was nothing demure about the look in her eyes. The way she stared at my dick was fucking carnal.

“Suck me,” I ordered.

Her blue eyes flicked up at me from beneath her thick, dark eyelashes. “Oh, no,” she murmured as she ran her palm under the length of my dick, guiding it to her luscious mouth. “What a horrible punishment.”

I took a step back.

She frowned. “Why?—”

“Beg me.”

Her gaze went to mine. “You want me to beg you to suck your cock?” she said in utter disbelief. I could see her point, considering how talented she was with her mouth.

“Tell me how much you want it.” When she kept staring at me, I started to turn away, my jaw clenched so hard it was lucky I didn’t crack my teeth, because saying no when her mouth was this close to my dick? Fucking agony. “Suit yourself.”

Her hands shot to my hips, holding me in place. “Wait,” she whispered. She licked her lips. “Please, baby. Please let me suck your cock. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” There was a hungry desperation in her voice that had a bead of precum leak from my dick.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Yes. Open your mouth, honey.”

She took me into her mouth with a hard suck. My eyes damn near rolled to the back of my head. She hummed, the sound vibrating against my dick.

And then proceeded to give me the best blow job of my fucking life. Her mouth was so hot, so wet, so greedy, that I could barely hold myself together. Red lipstick painted my length, her mouth making a mess of my dick, my dick making a mess of her mouth. She brought me right to the edge in less than two minutes.

“Stop,” I gritted out.

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