Page 85 of Flame
CHAPTER19
Bianca
Watching Foxx struggle to maintain his composure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Considering that I don’t have a ton of experience in this department, I was a little nervous about how this night would go.Would I freeze up and become self-conscious? Would all the shit I’ve been talking come back to bite me in the ass? Would I fumble around or be really self-aware?
The only thing that’s happened thus far is that I’ve never felt as confident, pretty, or sexier than I do tonight.
I position myself between his knees. My chest rises and falls in time with his. We’re both anticipating what’s coming next.
“This is unreal,” he says, his eyes feral.
I palm his cock and gaze up at him, flicking my tongue against his swollen head. “What’s unreal?”
“Having you between my legs with my cock in your hand.”
“Would it be better if it was in my mouth?”
I pull him between my lips before he can respond. He hisses, his hips flexing instinctively.
“Fuck, Bianca.”
I suck the tip, then smile. “Yes, you will. But be patient.”
He chuckles mischievously until I take him in again, this time to the back of my throat. He throbs in my hand, swelling even more. The contrast between the hardness of his cock and the softness of my mouth is dizzying.
I worship every inch of him, licking the ridges and veins, the underside of his length. I lick and suck, taking my hand up and down him until his groans become a steady occurrence throughout the hotel room.
Knowing I have this effect on him is powerful. I suck the cum spilling over for me off the tip again, watching him react through my lashes.
He holds the sides of my head with both hands and flexes his hips, thrusting his cock down my throat. I struggle to keep up—to keep licking and pumping my fist, playing with his balls with my free hand.
But just as his balls tighten and a sting of saltiness tints my mouth, he pulls out.
I sit back on my heels, panting. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand like a true lady.
He stands, picking me up effortlessly, and then his mouth crashes against mine as he carries me to the bedroom. He nips my lip again before tossing me on the bed.
He makes quick work of ridding himself of his shirt, and I only get a quick glimpse of his solid pecs and chiseled abs before he digs his fingers into the waistband of my panties. They’re dragged roughly down my legs.
“Let me see that pretty little pussy,” he says, bringing my knees up and then spreading them to the sides.
I’m displayed for him. My wet, throbbing clit is there for the taking.
“I’m going to have so much fun with this.” He smiles, dipping a finger into my wetness. “You’re so damn ready.”
“Did you expect anything less?”
He chuckles. “Bianca, I never expect anything from you. You’re too unpredictable.”
“I can predict with total accuracy—ah!” I arch my back as he inserts a finger inside me. “If you touch me for long, I’ll come.”
He positions himself between my legs. “What if I …” He flicks my clit with his tongue. “What if I touch it with my tongue?”
“Same outcome.”
He blows across my flesh, making me shiver.
