she sighs at me.
She could bring a man to his fucking knees with those hips. I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her hips. “It’s the best of both worlds, baby girl. What more could you want than your view and our bed? See, your man can compromise.”
She hums under her breath, nodding slowly and then steps towards it, giving me a view of that ass of hers peeking out from under one of my sweatshirts. I'm distracted by it, too busy fantasizing about ramming my cock into her from behind and slapping that perfect ass, so I don't notice as she begins to strip it off. It falls away from her body, leaving behind only those red lace panties she nearly fucking killed me with the night we went on our date. I think about praying to a being I don’t believe in, God fucking save me.
"Baby girl—"
"You want me to be happy, don't you, mon Monstre? That’s the reason for compromise? Well, I'm not happy. I'm empty and I need you to fill me up."
It takes all my control not to nut myself. "I'm not in a rush, baby girl."
She turns so I get a view of her tits, fuck me, and I have to fight my urge to just fucking jump on her. "If you don't fuck me, mon Monstre, I'll have to take care of myself. Are you going to leave me to do that? I need you, I need your tongue and your hands. I need—"
I don't hear another fucking thing that she needs because I swallow the words, charging at her too fucking fast and probably scaring the fuck out of her but her words shred the last bonds of my control inside of me so I'm a feral fucking beast. I have to remind myself about the concussion and I try not to knock her around too much as I hike her up into my arms, her thighs wrapping around my body.
Exactly where they should always be.
She sighs into the kiss and, fuck yes, that's what I need. "Say no, baby girl, anytime. You know that."
She nods. "I do but I don't want to say no. Mon Monstre, you know that I want you, that I need you. You really want me to beg don't you?"
She pulls away and—
Fuck me, she drops to her fucking knees.
Her hands touch the front of my jeans and, yup, I'm going to fucking embarrass myself here.
I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back as gently as I can manage so I can stare down at her. "You want to taste my cock, baby? You want me to feed it to you?”
Pupils blown out wide.
Lids dropping.
Fuck yes, she wants it.
"Please, mon Monstre. Please give it to me. Please fuck my face and come in my mouth, I want to taste everything you have to give me."
I unzip my jeans for her with my free hand, the other one still fisting her hair, and when I pull my cock out she moans a little under her breath as she stares at me. Then her tongue comes out of her mouth, opening up wide and ready for me to ease between her lips.
She was fucking made for me.
I push into her mouth and groan as she sucks me in deep, that tongue of hers lapping and sucking at me like I’m the greatest treat she’s ever been offered. I use her hair to direct her, pulling and guiding her gently, pissed about the concussion because there’s nothing I want more than to choke her out with my cock in her throat. She trusts me enough to know whatever pain I give her is only going to be the best kind, the type that has her legs shaking and her heart pumping and every thought in her head is only about me and what I’m doing to her.
So I force myself to hold back enough to not hurt her, groaning at the fucking great job she does at swallowing me up like a good girl.
It would be too fucking easy to come like this, straight down her throat and into her belly where all of my come belongs from this moment until I leave this earth, so I pull back and get her down onto the mattress. I need her head to be supported and not flung around too much.
Well, as much as I can manage.
I pull down her panties and get a good look