Page 114 of Your Soul to Keep

Myeyebrowsflewup.“Woo hoo,” I cheered softly.

He dipped his head closer, grinning in my face before kissing the tip of my nose and pushing me inexorably downward, the sharp sting of his hand in my hair unrelenting.

My greedy hands went straight for the button on his jeans until he yanked my hair back, forcing me to look up.

His face serious and intent, he ordered, “Shae, tap my thighs if you need me to stop. Got it?”

I nodded as much as I could with the hold he had on my hair.

“Words, babe.”

“Yes,” I grunted, my voice guttural.

He braced his hand against the wall and tilted my head back down. “Take out my cock.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

He chuckled darkly. “If you make me laugh it’s only going to be rougher for you.”

“I’ll be a comedian,” I murmured, my fingers popping the button and carefully pulling the zipper down. I spread the placket open and pressed my face against his erection through his boxers.

He gave my hair a sharp yank. “I told you to take it out.”

My hips jerked forward, my body begging to be filled as I slid his jeans and boxers lower on his hips.

I swallowed hard, wanting more than anything to take him in my mouth.

“Open that sweet mouth for me, Shae-baby,” he breathed.

As soon as my lips parted, he pressed inside, a low, tortured groan ripping from his chest as he inexorably fed me every inch until he buried himself in my throat.

“So good, baby,” he rasped.

I relaxed my throat muscles, closed my eyes, let him sink in further, then swallowed.

With a guttural moan, he pulled out to the tip and pushed back in, slowly, methodically, relentlessly.

Over and over.

I strove to breathe when I could.

His hand tightened on my hair. “Can you take more, Shae?”

I nodded fervently, tilting my head back.

He groaned and thrust faster, his hips flexing, dripping into my mouth, the beginning of the end for him.

He pulled out and I sealed my mouth around him, sucking him back inside.

Hissing out a harsh breath, he gripped my ponytail and eased out of my mouth.

“No,” I protested.

He hauled me up under my arms, bringing me nose to nose with him. Face tight, he growled one word, “Upstairs.”

I ran up those stairs like the hounds of Hell snapped at my heels.

He was right behind me, his chest hitting my back as he caught me around the waist at the entrance to his bedroom. Flicking open my jeans, he hauled me up onto the bed and pushed me down onto my stomach on the mattress.

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