Page 121 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

His hands gripping my hips only fuel the desire rising deep in my stomach, and when he uses his tongue to pry my lips apart, I match every bit of the passion in his kiss, surrendering the lead to him.

The next thing I know, his hands are in my hair, and mine are splayed across his chest, tugging at the fabric of his jacket.

I thought I could just kiss him to express how grateful I am for this impromptu date, and then we could sit down, and I could watch him make faces and pretend not to hate peanut-butter-covered pickles to make me happy, but his tongue sliding against mine… the way his fingers wrap around my hair as he owns my mouth…

Let’s just say he has me singing a different tune in a matter of seconds.

Making out won’t be enough. I need everything he can give me, something I make clear by resting my hands on the buckle of his belt and playing with it.

A grunt slips from his throat when I trace my fingers along the waistband of his briefs, and his hips automatically buck forward. I can tell he didn’t mean to do that because when I run my left hand over the bulge in his pants, he does it again, a low groan escaping him.

“Mattson…” His warning flips a switch in my brain.

I don’t even realize what I’m doing, dropping to my knees in front of him before I can blink.

I’ve never sucked his cock before. Well… there was that one time in the shed, but I didn’t go all the way before I left him stranded with a boner. This time, I intend to startandfinish the job.

His mouth falls open at the sight of me on my knees. “Fuck, baby, you don’t have to… That’s not why I did all this.”

I blink up at him, palming him over his jeans. “Are you saying you don’t want me to?”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “No, I just…” I squeeze him tighter, and his nostrils flare. “…I’m saying you don’t owe me anything.”

I blink up at him. “Well,I’msaying I want your cock in my mouth. You okay with that?”

His eyes flare. “For fuck’s sake, Lacey. You’re going to make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

The corners of my mouth lift into a smile as I scan the vicinity to make sure no one’s around and then unzip his pants before shoving them down in one go.

I have no doubt, from the outside, I probably look like I’m going to die if I don’t get his clothes off right now, and honestly? It’s a genuine concern. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.

His cock springs out between us, hard and thick, and I close my fist around the head, taking the tip inside my mouth and sucking as hard as I can. His head falls back instantly, his mouth hanging open as I sweep my tongue all over his length one, two, three times. He hisses through his teeth when my hand joins my tongue. Usually, I’d start slow, but hearing the noises he makes and seeing the look on his face, it drives me insane with power.

I want to see what he looks like when he’s about to come in my mouth. I refuse to miss a second of his pleasure, and even though my eyes are starting to well with tears because of his size, it doesn’t stop me from taking him deeper.

I nearly gag when his tip hits the back of my throat, but the look on his face more than makes up for it. He has his eyes closed, his mouth open, and his face?Jesus. He looks like he’s basking in ecstasy. It makes me want to see how far I can go and how much I can handle.

I can’t help dipping my hand into my pants and underwear and rubbing my clit in quick circles.

His eyes snap open, heat reflecting in them as he glances down at me.

“You like that? Being at my mercy? How’s it feel to know I can do whatever I want to you?” I tease him, continuing to fist him down. This is one of the first times I’ve been in command. He’s usually so dominant, but I’m loving this switch-up.

It’s as though I’ve poked the beast when he grips my hair and rasps, “It feels like I might have to remind you who’s in control here.”

Next thing I know, he’s applying pressure to the back of my head and driving his cock in and out of my mouth so fast I can barely breathe. I have to grip his thighs with both hands to steady myself as he growls and buries his cock between my lips over and over again.

He’s full-on fucking my face, never relenting even when I gag around him. “Who’s in charge now, baby?”

I look up at him through teary eyes, the blowjob turning sloppy from all the excess saliva in my mouth, and he lets out a groan I can only describe as animalistic.

“Fuckk, lay down.” TJ pulls out of my mouth as I oblige, lying on my back on the blanket. TJ’s removing the last of his clothes and climbing on top of me in the blink of an eye.

Remember when I said I looked desperate to get him naked? Well, considering he damn near ripped out the seams of my pants when he yanked them down my legs, I’d say we’re having the same predicament.

He’s got me naked in the middle of a national park in a matter of seconds, and I don’t even care that some random hikers might accidentally stumble upon us having sex out in the open.

TJ grabs my cheeks with one hand and brings his face inches away from mine as he says, “Answer me. Who’s in charge?”

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