Page 37 of Full Tilt
As I shake my head, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down to the floor.
My eyes divert lower.
“Holy shit,” I announce, clamping my mouth shut so I don’t pay him a compliment he doesn’t deserve.
Tommy fists his tattooed cock. A script I can’t read loops around his long, thick shaft.
“Take your shorts off, Jenna,” he commands, dragging his hand from root to tip in slow, easy motions.
I can’t lie; I’ve thought about this moment when I’ve used my vibrator in bed, fantasizing about what he would do. Each time, I’ve envisioned him tearing my clothes clean off in one brutal rip. But I couldn’t be further from the truth.
He wants me to prepare myself for him.
He wants to watch as I yield to his commands like a good girl.
Reaching up on my tiptoes, I return the cocky smile he gives me so often. “If you want me, come and get me.”
The growl he releases reverberates off the walls of my hallway as he slings me over his shoulder, marching us both toward my living room.
“Which room is your bedroom?” he snaps, slapping my ass hard.
I bite down on my lip, the sting borderline unbearable but delicious all the same.
“Jenna, I’m going to fuck you against that window for the entire world to see if you don’t tell me where your bedroom is in the next three seconds.”
He stalks toward one closed door, pushing it open to reveal my bathroom. Then he finds the closet next door.
Finally, he tries a third door and launches me onto the mattress.
I bounce once before Tommy’s hovering over me, dark strands of hair falling over his feral eyes.
“Clothes. Off. Now.” He punctuates each word with venom.
The frustration is killing him, and I take back some of the power as I shake my head from beneath him.
He gazes down at my Lycra-covered pussy, wet and seeping through my shorts. “Does Lululemon sell these too?”
I nod once.
With brute strength only Tommy could be capable of, he tears them apart at the seam, exposing my lacy black thong.
There’s no grace or care when he sinks his fingertips into my hips, dragging my lower half up to his mouth. One lick against my soaking thong catapults my hips even higher, but he holds me in place as I writhe around on the bed.
I’ve never been licked through my panties before, and it’s the most intense sensation—his tongue right there, tantalizingly close to my sensitive flesh, while his hot breath tickles and teases my senses.
Tommy suspends my lower half with one arm as he pulls my thong to one side, eyes hooded when he takes me in for the first time.
“Spread yourself, Jenna. I want to see both of your holes so I can decide which one I’ll ruin first.”
I try to pull away, but he holds me in place against his mouth, swiping a slow lick over both entrances.
Of course Tommy would be the same breed of animal in bed that he is on the ice.
“I don’t do anal. I never have,” I tell him, attempting to pull away again.
With his fingers, he parts me wider, exposing every part of me for his warm, wet tongue. “Ass play is my favorite, and that’s what I want to do with you.”
Another lick, and he spears his tongue inside my pussy.
