nail polish is bright white. And her strokes are short, and then long. Teasing. At risk of taking me to the end before I feel the warmth of her mouth.
“Suck me.” No woman has done this to me. I have fantasized about me, jerked off to the idea of it. But now I feel like I’m being a jerk and I don’t want that. Not for Paisley.
“Mikah,” she whispers and she leans forward, slides out her tongue and takes one slow stroke around the tip of me. “I like it when you’re bossy. It makes me wet. So stop thinking, start enjoying, and say or do whatever you want.”
She might kill me. There goes my season. This woman might bring me to my knees right here.
“Pais—”
And it’s all I get out before she puts her mouth back on me, but it’s not just her tongue, it’s her whole mouth, sucking deep, taking me in until her lips meet the curve of her fingers.
And oh holy shit, I will most definitely not survive this. It’s so warm. Wet.
My hands go to her head mostly to keep myself from falling over but also because if she likes it when I boss her, there are other things I want to.
Like have control.
It might be the only want I have.
I am careful with her, not pressing her hard, and I let her work her magic while I mumble curses and grit my teeth.
There are people in this house, I’m vaguely aware of the voices and the activity and the memory that I have a kid who is not too far away.
But Angelo, for the first time in weeks, is the very last thing on my mind as Paisley keeps sucking me. And then her hand drifts down to my balls and—
“Holy shit,” I bite out. “Do that. More.”
My orgasm is close. But I want this. Her squeezing my balls, sucking them. It is dirty and so damn sexy that she seems to get so into this.
My teammates have said there are two kinds of women.
Women who love the power and control of a blow job, of giving and having that power over a man.
And women who dole them out as chores on birthdays and anniversaries.
Thank you to the God in Heaven if he exists that Paisley seems to be the first.
“Yeah,” I groan, and she takes me deep. She has one hand on my hip, the other on my balls. She gags when she takes me deep and I can’t help it.
I really like that, too. Her eyes water as she peers up at me, and I do what feels right. I hold her there for a minute, watch her green eyes darken from her tears before pulling her back.
“Do it,” she whispers. Her cheeks are flushed. “Do what feels good, Mikah.”
It sounds like a dare. Perhaps she’s as desperate for me as I am her.
“You look sexy down there. I want to do to your mouth what I want really want to do to your body later.”
She pumps my dick and licks off the glistening liquid that is there. “Show me.”
Goodness. This woman.
She keeps getting more perfect for me.
I take her again, pumping my hips into her throat. I like the way she moans when I hit the back of her throat, the way she hums around my tip when I pull out. Her suction is divine. It only makes me think of how tight she’ll be when I finally get her to a bed.
And that’s all it takes. The thought of my dick in her. How wet will she be?
How tight?
“Paisley,” I grunt. “I’m going to—”
As if she knows, she moves both of her hands to my hips. She pulls me toward her, takes me all the way until I feel my dick down deep in her throat.
She swallows and it’s so damn good I come. My orgasm lights up my veins like a wildfire and my fingers dig into her scalp.
“Yes,” I groan, as I empty myself, my dick throbbing, my balls feel like they’re exploding, and Paisley takes it.
She takes it all, gasping and swallowing and making it all feel like the best present in the world. And when I am done, she eases off, circles my head with her tongue and smiles up at me.
“I take it you liked it?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Paisley
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I’m filled with a sudden rush of feminine euphoria at what just happened.
I can’t believe I just gave Mikah a blow job in Jude’s guest bedroom.
It’s not