Page 123 of Property of Chaos

“Mostly that one.” The statement growls from somewhere low in his gut, hands moving to slap against the wall behind him.

“I bet you’d like it if I just…” I run a tight fist down the length, pulling blood to the head of his cock.

Chaos exhales, head lolling back to rest against the wall. “Yes, Ma’am.” His voice has gained an octave. Strained.Losing control.

Water cascades over his body, following every tantalizing curve of his muscled chest and abs.

“Does that feel better?” I reach over him with my free hand and angle the shower so it’s not in our faces.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I stall in my ministrations.

He wets his lips, eyes closed, and frowns. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Chaos shivers, muscles contracting deliciously when I trace the ink on his chest, still languidly pumping his erection with my other hand. He comes apart beneath my touch, and so do I, the warm slickness between my legs from more than the shower.

I indulge, leaning forward to set my lips to his chest, his dick nudging my pussy with each stroke of my hand. Chaos draws a shaky breath—borderline whimpers—fingers bending as he presses his hands tight to the wall.

“Can I… May I touch you?”

The power is fucking heady, a buzz growing in my chest at his request. “No.”

He ekes out a disgruntled sound, eyebrows peaking with his distress.

I drop to my knees. “When I put your cock in my mouth, I want you to promise me you won’t come until I say you can.”

“Fuck…” He drops his head forward, water drizzling onto me from his hair. “You don’t make this easy.”

“Neither did you.” I swirl the tip of my tongue around the engorged head of his cock. “Do you promise to behave?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He licks his lips, eyes sleepy as he watches me rub my thumb across the sensitive tip.

“Good. Because only good boys get to come.” I take him to the back of my throat.

His legs buckle, a foot slipping on the wet tiles as he rights himself.

His taste is fucking divine.

I tease Chaos, alternating between working the head of his cock and pushing him until I make myself gag on his thickness, all the while growing wetter and more swollen myself. My clit throbs with each moan he makes, my pussy swollen and begging to be filled the same as my mouth. Yet I edge the big, tough biker president until the man whimpers at my touch, begging for release.

“Please,” Chaos whines as his cock pulses in my hand. “Let me come, Ness. Fuck.”

I lick a line from root to tip. “Not yet.”

He makes a pained noise crossed between a laugh and cry, head smacking into the wall again.

I work him until the taste of his precum changes. Until his balls draw tight.

Until I ache to stick two fingers in my pussy and relieve the stress I place on myself.

“Baby, please,” he whines, legs struggling to hold him upright.

I reach around and grip his ass to steady myself, bobbing my head in quick passes, ensuring he hits the back of my throat each time.

“I need to… I have to come. Babe, let me come.”

My palm slaps his chest with a loud crack, and I dig my nails in.Not yet.I can get him closer than this.

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