She only hesitated for a moment before nodding. Her eyes betrayed her excitement though; she was fucking up for this. Thank fuck, because I was on the edge here and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to step away from it if she said no.
I kept my hand around her neck and pulled her closer. “And, I don’t fuckin’ shoot for heaven, I bring it to your goddamn door,” I rasped.
Her lips brushed over mine and she gently bit my lip while her hand stroked my dick through my jeans. When she pulled away, she begged, “Well hurry the hell up. I’m way past ready.”
I let her go, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. She undid my belt and removed my jeans and boxers faster than I’d ever seen a woman do it. Her gaze narrowed on my dick before moving over my body, and I slowed my movements to give her the time to take it all in. I liked her eyes on me. When she finally looked up at me, she said, “You weren’t joking about your cock, were you?”
“I don’t joke about anything, least of all my cock,” I promised.
“I’m working that out about you.”
It was time to move this along. Taking her hand, I moved it to my dick, and demanded, “Stroke it until I tell you to stop.”
She was almost panting with desire as she did what I said. Her grip was firm, and she moved it up and down my hard length with the confidence I liked in a woman. Carla knew what the fuck she was doing and that pleased me no fucking end. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sensations she was causing. When she began picking up speed, I barked, “Stop.” My eyes opened and I trained them on her. She’d immediately followed my order and let me go. She was now waiting patiently for my next command.
Fuck. She’d taken in what I’d told her about submitting to me, and that almost sent me over the edge. I didn’t know her, but what I’d seen of her at the bar told me she had a mind of her own and wasn’t afraid of using it, so I’d half expected her to fight me for control. I fucking loved that she wasn’t; I needed full control in the bedroom to get off, and now I had no doubt that tonight was going to bring me the motherfucking orgasm of all orgasms.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs. I want to taste you, want to run my tongue from one end of your pussy to the other and make you scream for my dick,” I ordered, and watched as she did what I said. When she’d settled on the bed and opened her legs for me, I positioned myself in between them. Her legs were bent with her feet planted on the bed, and I moved my hands to her knees and pushed them wider apart. My gaze was pinned to her bare pussy, and I dipped my head for my first taste.
I had only planned on licking her, but a force I was unable to control took over, and I had to have more. She moaned as my tongue entered her, and her ass lifted off the bed as she tried to push herself into my mouth. My hands slid under her and I greedily pulled her even closer, swirling my tongue inside her and sucking her with my mouth.
“Havoc...more...fuck, I need your cock...” Her words were disjointed as she lost herself in the pleasure.
I ignored her and continued to work her over with my tongue. She was so fucking wet, and it took all my restraint not to give her what she’d begged for. My dick wanted what she wanted. It wanted nothing more than to slide into her wetness and fuck her hard, but I was a master of denial and control; I could go all night without succumbing to my need.
As I brought her closer to orgasm, her hands fisted in my hair and she gripped me hard. I growled my approval and used my teeth lightly on her clit which only caused her to writhe even more in pleasure. The fact she got off on me biting her was another turn on for me; this woman was ticking all my fucking boxes.
I moved my mouth away from her pussy, and began licking and biting my way up her body until I hit her breasts. Making eye contact with her, I asked, “How much do you like my teeth on you?”
She graced me with a sexy smile, and ghosted her fingers over my shoulder. “I love your teeth on me,” she murmured.
I didn’t wait for further encouragement; I lowered my face to her tits and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and lightly biting as I went. Letting it go, I wrapped my lips around her other nipple and treated it to my teeth as well. She moaned her approval and fuck if that didn’t cause my dick to harden even more.
Her hands had moved from my hair to my shoulders and now to my back, but I needed control over them. I grabbed hold of them, and pushed her arms above her head while I continued to suck and bite her breasts and then her neck.
“Havoc, I need my hands; I want to touch you,” she insisted, struggling against my hold over her.
I lifted my head so I could look at her. “You’ll have your hands when I say; not before,” I asserted.
“But don’t you want me - ” she started before I cut her off.
“What I want is for you to do as you’re told,” I growled, my eyes focused on hers, a clear message in them that I held the power here. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t say anything. Her silence was my answer, and I nodded once. “Good girl,” I murmured, and ground myself against her as I moved further up her body and caught her mouth in a kiss. When I pulled away, I pushed her hands against the bedhead and let go so I could take hold of her jaw with one hand and her neck with the other as I moved to straddle her. “I want my balls in this mouth,” I said, letting my thumb graze her lips while I kept a firm hold on her jaw. “You ever had a guy sit on your face, darlin’?”