21. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
ARGENT
I t has been three long days since I returned home from the hospital, and the tension is building inside me like a ticking time bomb.
The incessant fussing and coddling from everyone around me makes me feel like a wounded puppy, and I’m growing damn tired of it.
To make matters worse, Starlet hasn’t gone back to therapy, prioritizing taking care of me despite my insistence that I’m fine.
I’m sprawled on the couch, a crime documentary playing on the television—Starlet’s favorite choice, as always. If I’m not mistaken, it’s a documentary about stalkers. Ironic .
In the kitchen, I can hear the clinking of cutlery and the occasional curse words, which elicit a chuckle that rumbles through my chest. It seems she has found a new hobby—cooking for me.
Suddenly, her petite footsteps emerge from the kitchen, and my gaze shifts to her as she appears, holding a tray adorned with a generous glass of orange juice and a plate piled high with fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon.
I know that once she’s finished ‘caring’ for me, I’ll have to go on a fucking diet.
With a proud announcement, she places the tray on the coffee table, exclaiming, “Tada—breakfast is served.” I give her a sidelong smile, adjusting my position to sit closer to the table.
“Looks delicious,” I comment, my eyes never leaving her.
“Well, I would hope so. I made the pancakes extra fluffy and the bacon extra crispy.”
“I wasn’t talking about the food.” A dark shade of crimson creeps up her cheeks as she rolls her eyes at my statement .
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” I question, a hint of amusement lacing my voice. “What are you gonna do about it?” she teases, playfully biting her lip.
“You’re playing with fire, little star,” I warn, my voice dropping low as I prepare to stand up from the couch. However, she quickly halts my movement, pressing against my shoulders until I am forced back into a seated position.
“Oh, calm down, Mr. Pierce. Let me take care of you.” I quickly catch on to what she means as she lowers to her knees in front of me, prying my legs open.
Running her hand over the smooth fabric encasing my throbbing cock, she delicately hooks her fingers on the waistband of my sweatpants and sensually pulls them down, never breaking eye contact.
The look she gives me has my heart pumping out of my chest. The intensity in her stunning hazel eyes penetrates my very soul. She’s fucking gorgeous. And she’s all mine.
As my cock springs free, she wraps her warm, petite hand around it and I suck in a sharp breath. Licking her lips, she parts her rosy lips, and takes the tip into her mouth, gradually lowering her head, taking me deeper .
A strained moan escapes my lips as my head falls back. “Fuck, Starlet,” I whisper breathlessly, my voice barely audible.
I wrap my hand around her hair, pushing her head down until my cock reaches the back of her throat, making her gag. Her teary eyes meet mine and I can’t help the smirk that forms on my lips.
“Keep going, little star. I want to fill your mouth and watch you swallow every fucking drop.”
A moan escaping her vibrates around my cock and I tighten my grip on her hair, forcefully pushing her head down until I am fully engulfed in her pretty mouth causing her to grip at my thighs, her nails digging into the soft flesh.
A warm sensation coils around my spine, igniting every nerve in my body, and a primal growl escapes my chest as I fill her mouth.
My gaze never wavers from her as she collapses against the coffee table, desperately gasping for air, her eyes locked on mine.
I revel in this sight. Her makeup staining her cheeks, my cum dripping down her chin, and breathless by how deep my cock was down her throat. She is a complete mess, but still, she’s breathtaking.