Page 88 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
“Move back,” I say, my voice rougher than intended. She looks confused but scrambles backward. I stand, then guide her back to my cock. “Open your mouth for me, Chirp.”
Her lips part without hesitation, trust evident in her eyes. I hold her in place with one hand firmly tangled in her hair, the other guiding my cock to her waiting mouth. The position change shifts the power dynamic, putting me in control. I watch her carefully for any sign of discomfort.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” I warn her, my cock twitching at the mere thought. “Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much.”
She nods. I slowly push forward, feeding my length into her warm, wet mouth. The sensation is incredible. I have to force myself to go slowly, to give her time to adjust. Her throat constricts around me as I push deeper. She gags slightly before relaxing.
“Good girl,” I praise, pulling back slightly before pushing in again. “You’re taking my cock so well, Chirp. That feels amazing.”
She hums against me, the vibration sending pleasure racing through my body. The sound isn’t one of discomfort. It’s arousal. The knowledge that she’s enjoying this, that she’s turned on by pleasuring me, nearly sends me over the edge.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I groan, establishing a rhythm now, my hips moving more confidently. “The way you’re taking all of my cock… I’m going to remember this forever, Chirp.”
Her eyes water slightly as I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t tap out. Instead, she hollows her cheeks, suckingharder, her tongue working against the underside of my shaft. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing me closer to the brink.
She slurps around me, the obscene sound making my toes curl and my eyes roll back. It’s too much. Her eagerness, her trust, the wet heat of her mouth. I feel the familiar tightening in my balls, the building pressure that signals I’m close.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her, trying to pull back. “You don’t have to…”
She grabs my ass, preventing my retreat, her eyes locked on mine in silent communication. The message is clear. She wants this, wants all of me. The realization pushes me over the edge.
“Oh fuck!” I grit out. “Fuck, baby…”
I come like a freight train, my entire body tensing as pleasure rips through me. I spill into her mouth, pulse after pulse, my vision blurring with the intensity. Through it all, Wren stays with me, swallowing every drop like an angel sent to destroy me.
When the last aftershock passes, I carefully pull out of her mouth, my legs trembling with the effort to remain standing. She looks up at me, lips swollen and shiny, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. There’s a hint of pride in her expression, and something else.
Something that makes my heart race for reasons entirely unrelated to physical pleasure.
“Was that okay?” she asks. I nearly laugh at the absurdity of the question.
Instead, I reach down and help her to her feet, pulling her against me in a fierce embrace. “That was fucking perfect,” I tell her. I mean every word.
I can’t resist kissing her again, tasting myself on her lips. The intimacy of it should be strange. I never kiss women after they service me. But somehow, the gesture only fuels my desire for her.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, our mouths still connected, our hands exploring like we have all the time in the world.
“Let me taste you,” I murmur against her lips, feeling her shiver at my words.
She nods, eyes wide and trusting. I pull my T-shirt over my head, carelessly tossing it aside. Her hands immediately find my chest, fingers tracing the contours of my muscles with fascination. The gentleness of her touch contrasts with the hunger in her eyes, making my heart race.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pink silk sleep shorts, looking into her eyes for permission. She lifts her hips slightly. I slide them down her legs, my knuckles brushing against her smooth skin. She’s left in just a pair of plain white cotton panties.
Somehow, they’re sexier than any lace or silk pair I’ve ever seen.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, meaning it more than I’ve ever meant those words before.
Her cheeks flush. She tries to look away. I catch her chin gently, bringing her gaze back to mine. “I mean it, Chirp. Every inch of you.”
I lay her back on the bed, her hair fanning out across my pillow like a halo. The sight of her there, in my bed, wearing nothing but those innocent white panties, makes my recently satisfied cock twitch with renewed interest. But this isn’t about me. This is about her.
I start at her neck, pressing soft kisses along the column of her throat. Her pulse flutters beneath my lips, rapid and strong. I work my way down, paying special attention to her collarbones, the hollow between them, the slope of her shoulders. Her scent is intoxicating, like vanilla and something uniquely her.
“Ryan,” she sighs. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I move lower.
I take my time with her breasts, remembering how responsive she was before. I circle one nipple with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth, sucking gently. She arches beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips. I give the same attention to her other breast, alternating between gentle suction and light grazes of my teeth.
Her stomach trembles beneath my lips as I continue my journey downward. I can smell her arousal now, sweet and musky, making my mouth water in anticipation. I press open-mouthed kisses to her hipbones, her lower belly, deliberately avoiding where she wants me most.
