Page 78 of Pick Me

“What?” His hands gripped into my hips.

“When I tell you what to do? When I take what I want.”

His fingers dug into my ass, making me squeal. “I love it. I love when you have the confidence to tell me how you want it.”

“So if I told you to bark like a dog, would you?”

“Woof, woof, Pyro.”

I laughed and kissed him. This man was at least double my width and towered over me. I’d never given him anything, yet he happily ate me out on the counter like it was his job and he wanted overtime.

“I guess that means if I told you to take your shirt off, you would?”

His eyes were glued to mine as he pulled his shirt off with ease, tossing the fabric to the side before leaning back and letting me take him in all his glory.

I leaned forward, running my hand up his chest, and his muscles contracted. This lit something inside me. The power. The play. Everything I wanted was right under the palm of my hands, and I was going to take it.

I brushed my palm across his deep-olive skin, counting the moles as my fingers danced lazily down his body until I hit the waistband of his sweatpants. He drew in a sharp breath, his abs contracting. So defined, it was easy to watch his reaction to my touch. “Be careful there, Pyro,” he warned.

“You’re the one who decided to play with fire.”

I poked one finger under his pants and the waistband of his boxers, curious to see what was going on underneath the fabric. I’d ridden it, felt it against my body, but I had no idea what Jackson’s dick actually looked like, and I was eager to find out.

He raised his hips, making it easier for me to pull his pants and boxers off to reveal what I could only describe as the most magnificent dick I’d ever seen. Not that I’d seen many.

I knew he was packing, and him being hard because of me filled me with so much confidence.

“You might want to close your mouth because it’s giving me ideas.”

I clamped my lips shut, heat rising to my cheeks. Only, I shouldn’t be embarrassed anymore. Jackson was all up in my business not just ten minutes ago. I now had the opportunity to return the favor.

And that was just what I would do. He deserved to be appreciated, after all.

He groaned when I sunk to my knees in front of him and wrapped my hand around his cock.

I leaned forward, kissing the tip, making him smile. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this moment.”

“Be quiet,” I commanded before taking his shaft into my mouth and sucking him in, and his cock twitched as he threw his head back.

Why did I feel so powerful right now?

The biggest and most aggressive guy I’d ever known was letting me suck him off.

His chest moved faster as I sucked a little harder and used my tongue to tickle the tip.

His dark, hazy eyes watched me intently, and I got why he wanted me to watch him now. There was something about knowing you held someone’s pleasure in your hands… or mouth. I took his cock into the back of my throat, and although I couldn’t breathe, I enjoyed the fact he seemed powerless in the moment.

“Thea.” He said my name like a wishful prayer, and as he brought a hand up to cup my mouth. I swatted his hands away, dragging him out of my mouth.

Brows furrowed, he looked at me with disappointment.

“If you want to come, you’ll be a good boy, and follow my lead.”

He nodded even though I doubted he got my message.

So I reiterated it.

“No touching me.”

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