sounded insane, but I’d dated selfish douche bags in college, and then Josh had always been so impatient to fuck me. We’d just skipped foreplay most of the time.
Court was having none of my squirming. He wouldn’t let me get away from this.
“I like it when you say my name. Say it again.”
“Court. Oh fuck, Court.”
Then he curled his fingers into me while sucking. I didn’t know if it was how he had me braced so I couldn’t get away from the orgasm or the way he demanded me to use his name. But something clicked in me. I hit a wall and waves rolled through my body.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” I said on repeat as the climax struck me like a tornado, fast and unforgiving.
Court licked me one more time just to watch me jump and then removed his fingers from inside me. When he set my leg back down, I nearly collapsed. My legs gave out.
He chuckled as he caught me and then effortlessly lifted me into his arms.
“I don’t think I’ve ever made someone actually fall over,” he said with that sure grin on his face.
I didn’t know if he was even telling the truth.
He set me on the couch where I tried to control the shaking in my legs. Then he disappeared for a minute. My mind was blessedly blank. Everything was still pulsing in my lower half, and I was too blissed out to consider what the fuck he was doing.
When he returned, he dropped a condom on the coffee table. He held out his hand for me.
“I should take these off,” I said, nodding to my shoes.
He laughed. “Not a chance, English.” He hoisted me back to my feet and then put my hands on the buttons of his shirt. “Take this off.”
I arched an eyebrow, but my fingers were already moving. I plucked each one out individually before letting the shirt drop off his shoulders. Then I moved to his pants, unbuttoning them and then dragging the zipper to the base. He stepped out of the pants, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs.
For a moment, I salivated at the sight. I never gave blow jobs. Like… never. What the hell was I even thinking?
When I didn’t move forward, he freed his dick. My eyes rounded. I’d seen big dick before, but fuck. How was this even fair to humanity? To be this fucking hot and charming and have money and have a huge cock? Like… fuck everything in life.
He laughed at my expression. “Come here.”
I stepped into him, reaching forward and taking him into my hand. He grunted at the first feel of me. But his hands moved into my hair. They were pulling the tangled mess of Hollywood platinum-blonde hair up into a makeshift ponytail. He had control with all of that in his hands.
“Lean over the couch arm.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’d have you suck me off, English, because fuck knows that I want to see it sinking in and out of that goddamn mouth that yells at me,” he said, pulling my hair back so I had to look at him. “But I want to fuck you. Right now. So, bend over the fucking couch.”
I bit my lip. The bastard. I wanted to argue. But we were a bit past arguing.
I didn’t recognize the person who did what she was told. I was so used to issuing orders, expecting people to do what I said, that I couldn’t even believe I was following his as I turned and bent forward at the waist over the arm of the couch.
My ass was high up in the air. He still had a tight grip on my hair. So tight that my head was pulled back, making my back arch and giving him an even better view of my ass.
“Just like that,” he said and then released my hair to fan around my head.
His hands roamed my ass, getting to know it like he’d done with my breasts. He slapped his hand against one ass cheek.
I yelped and glared back at him. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He smacked the other cheek as he reached for the condom and rolled it on. “Whatever you want, babe. But you’re mine right now.”
I ground my teeth at his words. His filthy words. I hated him as much as I wanted him right now. It made no sense. None. And yet, I couldn’t stop the want. The way he silenced everything else. All the voices