the face. That I am going to make him regret every little insult he’s thrown my way since I walked in there.
"You make up your mind yet, Buttercup? Either get out so I can complete this on my own or—"
I cup his balls and squeeze.
His big body freezes. I bring up my other palm, begin to knead that gorgeous well-hung part of him. His dick thickens and the muscles under his belly coil, ripple like there’s some kind of internal struggle that holds his guts hostage.
"Are you sure, you want to do this?" His voice is so low, so harsh, a tremor courses through my veins and my toes curl. I lean in just a millimeter more, enough for his shaft to slip further down my throat. A growl rips out of him, "Last chance, Amelie." His voice is strained.
I peer up into his features. His jaw tics; a vein pops at his temple. The pulse between my legs beats in tandem. I lean back on my haunches, so his shaft slides out to the edge of my mouth. Then wrap my lips around his head, squeeze his balls at the same time.
"Jesus, fuck," he swears.
A thrill runs down my spine.
I knead his balls and the muscles in his stomach jump.
"You’ve done it now." He digs the fingers of his uninjured hand into my hair, and tugs. Pinpricks of pleasure race across my scalp. "I am going to fuck your face now."
4
Weston
The hell am I doing? I’d meant to haul her to her feet and throw her out of the house, so I could get on with the quiet time I’d hoped to have over the holidays. Instead, I can’t stop myself from tugging down on her hair. She flinches, raises her head, and the sight of those pink lips wrapped around my cock—bloody fuck—lust spirals through my veins hot and hard. Fuck. "I am going to do this my way, Buttercup. You understand that, hmm?"
She stares up at me, pupils blown, the green of her irises a slim circle around the black. Bloody hell, she’s aroused, and so hot. I ease her head forward, and my dick disappears inside her mouth. My vision narrows and my scalp tightens, "Bloody fuck, I can’t stop." I tighten my fingers in her hair; she winces. Lust spirals down my spine. The thought of bringing her to the edge, of hurting her just enough to give her the kind of pain which will heighten her pleasure…hell. My breathing grows ragged and my chest heaves. "Nod if you understand," I snarl.
Her eyebrows knit and her tiny hands massage my balls.
Pinpricks of heat race up my back. "Amelie," I warn her.
Her gaze widens and her movements become more frantic.
She leans into me until her elbows are positioned on my thighs, her head tipped up, her entire body tiny enough to fit exactly between my legs. She releases me, only to whisper her fingers up the back of my butt, into the crease between my arse cheeks…and that’s when I snap. I drag her back a few inches…enough for her to pull back her hand. She draws in a breath, her cheeks hollow, and fuck, if I don’t feel the suction all the way to my head. This woman, where did she learn to blow me like this? If I give her free rein, she’ll suck my brains through my dick. A chuckle flicks up my throat, and anger…a slow burn of an emotion that’s very much like jealousy. What the—? Am I jealous of whoever she was with before me? I’ve never had a problem with that before. All of my partners have been seasoned, experienced enough… Jaded and cynical. Happy to fuck and walk away… And her… I am going to fuck her, all right… And then what? I’ll have to let her go. My guts twist. Why the hell is that an issue? This entire encounter has had the touch of surreal to it from the moment I’d opened the door of the hot tub area and seen this pixie of a woman.
Fuck her mouth, show her I’ll take no quarter, make sure she understands that all of those dreams she carries around in her head—babies and puppies and all things nice? That’s not what she’s going to get from me. What she can expect is a man who knows what he wants, who goes after it and claims it…who takes no prisoners, as I am about to show her. "I need to