Page 103 of Steel

She whirls around at the slamming of the door and quiet snick of the deadbolt settling into place. A black lace bra pushesher tits up until they’re nearly spilling from the cups. Her jean shorts are unbuttoned and unzipped, showing off the top of her matching panties.

Bailee smirks, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. “You’re falling behind, bossman.”

The lace drops from her chest, and her beautiful, perky tits bounce free. My poor cock weeps at the sight as much as my mouth waters, begging me to pull those pretty dusky nipples into the warmth of it.

I toe off my boots and reach down to peel my socks from my feet, never once taking my eyes from her. Sliding my cut from my shoulders, I fold it over the back of the chair.

“Finish,” I order gruffly, reaching back between my shoulder blades and pulling my t-shirt over my head.

I watch her through hooded eyes as she shimmies out of her shorts and panties until she’s standing naked before me.

Hunger claws under my skin until I swear it’s being ripped from my body. It overtakes me, a haze of madness that comes from the depths of my soul. It urges me to claim her and make her mine, to chain her to me heart, bones, body, and motherfucking spirit.

I shove my hand into my open jeans and wrap it around the length of my angry cock. “Come here.”

Her hips roll seductively as she struts over, licking her lips when I pull my cock through the opening.

My dick begs to feel the heat of her mouth, and I crave it just as much as he does.

The memory of that morning with Heather tries to barge through, but I shove it away viciously. No fucking way is that bitch going to rule my life any more than she already has.

Heather’s mouth was the last one that’s touched my dick. I’ll be damned if her unwanted touch is the last mouth I feel because I can’t get out of my damn head enough for it to happen.

Having Bailee choke on my cock will erase that image from my mind.

Bailee stops in front of me and reaches out but second guesses herself because of our talk about what happened with Heather.

“Take my pants off, Hummingbird,” I order.

Her eyes search mine. “Are you sure, Jericho? I don’t want to cause you any issues.”

I remove my hand from my length and grab her neck. My fingers curl around so they rest to where I can pull her jaw open. When I have enough room, I push two fingers from my other hand inside her mouth.

“Suck,” I growl.

She does, letting out a moan when she tastes some of the cum I already leaked onto them.

“Good girl. Now, remove my pants, drop to your knees, and wrap this pretty fuckin’ mouth around my cock. Then you’re goin’ to be my dirty girl and sit pretty while I fuck your face.”

White hot heat infiltrates her eyes, and I inhale deeply when the scent of her fills the room. It saturates my lungs until the only thing I’m left breathing is my Hummingbird’s arousal.

It’s become my most favorite fucking scent.

“Yeah, my baby girl likes that, doesn’t she?” I croon. “I can smell how hungry your little cunt is for it.”

She whimpers in need, dropping to her knees. Her hands pull on the waistband of my jeans and guides them over my hips. When my cock springs free, she sucks on my fingers like she wishes her lips were wrapped sound it instead.

Who the hell am I to disappoint her?

I pull my fingers out of her mouth and tap them gently against her cheek, leaving a wet mark behind.

If only it was my cum instead.

And it will be because now I’m craving the sight of her face painted white.

“Fuckin’ beautiful, baby girl, but you’re goin’ to be even more majestic with my cum splattered all over that pretty fuckin’ face.”

Wrapping my hand around my length, I rub the tip across Bailee’s lips. They shine in the dim light from the small bead of cum that leaked from the head of my cock.

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