Page 144 of By His Play

The sight of him makes my stomach flutter with desire.

His eyes drink me in, moving from my face to my chest, down to my pussy and then all the way to my feet before climbing back up.

When he finds my eyes again, one of his brows lifts impatiently.

With my heart racing in my chest and my hands trembling with anticipation, I drop to my knees.

His eyes widen at the sight of me, and it spurs me on.

His reaction only gets better as I lean forward and begin doing exactly what I was told.

Any hesitation is eradicated when a muscle in his neck begins to pulsate.

Fire burns through my veins as I close the distance between us.

His eyes hold mine for most of it, but then suddenly, he rips them away in favor of something behind me.

Confusion washes over me until the image of us in the mirror comes back to me.

Holy shit.

My mouth runs dry, and I fight to swallow as I close in on him.

“So fucking hot,” he groans, his eyes coming back to mine.

I can’t help but smile at him like a loon.

Pleasing him is becoming one of my favorite things to do.

“Now, get my dick out. I want to see how good you’ve gotten at sucking it.”

All the air rushes from my lungs as I slide my palms up his thighs toward his waist.

My hands tremble, making it hard to undo the button and pull down the zipper, but despite my struggle, he doesn’t help. Instead, he just watches me with heated eyes, patiently waiting for me to do as asked.

Finally, he lifts his hips, helping me out, so I can drag his slacks and boxers down his thighs.

The second his hard dick springs free, I lick my lips, more than ready to get a taste of him.

He’s still got his arms resting back against the couch cushion as I wrap my hand around him and lean forward, licking his tip like my favorite popsicle.

“Fuck,” he barks, his hips jumping forward to take more. But I don’t give it to him.

He isn’t the only one who can be a tease.

I lick and suck around his crown, driving him wild.

His eyes alternate between watching my mouth and the view in the mirror behind me. I can only imagine what I must look like. He seems to be enjoying it though, and that’s all that matters.

The toy in my pussy is a constant reminder of just how close he’s got me to orgasm twice already this evening. I both love and hate the pressure of it.

“Lucky,” he warns when I don’t take him any deeper into my mouth.

Finally, he moves his arms, and my heart slams against my ribs, knowing that he’s about to regain control.

I wonder if that’s why I didn’t give him more.

I wanted him to take it.

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