Chapter 22 #3
Except she evades me by stepping to the right and standing before the side of my bed. A single second passes, and I narrow my eyes and clench my jaw tight, frustration rising, along with the need to dominate her.
“Rev—”
She grabs the end of her tight red T-shirt with both hands and pulls it over her head, shutting me up immediately. My mouth waters when she reaches behind her back and unclips her black lace bra before tossing that at her feet, too.
Biting my bottom lip, I groan as I take in her perfect tits and rosy red nipples, already hardened and aching for my teeth. Christ, one of these days, I’m going to fuck them, too.
I expect her to unclasp her jeans and remove them. Instead, she sits on the edge of the mattress.
My brows pinch, confused why she stopped undressing. She reaches forward and grabs the front of my waistband, using it to jerk me toward her. I step forward as she spreads her legs wide, directing me between them.
My lips part in shock as realization dawns on me. The second it does, I nearly come right then and there.
Initiating a kiss was already one mindfuck, and now, she’s sucking my dick unprompted.
I don’t know if the little brat is privy to the havoc she’s wreaking on my brain and decided to amp it up just for shits and giggles, or if her timing truly is that impeccable. Either way, it’s fucking torture.
She shoves down my joggers and frees my cock, the tip only centimeters from her pouty lips. Round penny eyes peer up at me from beneath her bangs, and I don’t think she has any fucking idea how sexy she is.
My stomach dips, like I’m free-falling from the sky.
“Why?” I ask quietly.
She doesn’t need me to clarify my question.
Her brow arches sassily. “Because I can.”
That pulls a grin out of me, and it also has an undefined emotion surging in my chest.
“Start slow,” I murmur, softly dragging the pad of my thumb down her plump bottom lip.
Keeping her gaze pinned on me, she opens her mouth and envelops me in her wet heat. I suck in a sharp breath, black spots already darting across my vision.
Jesus, she has no fucking clue what she does to me. No clue how close I am to losing control with the simplest of touches.
It’s why there’s a part of me that still wants to expel her from my life, but a significantly larger part can never let her go. No other woman has ever come close to pulling this reaction out of me, and I can’t stand how weak I am for her.
Concentrating on staying calm, I slide my right hand to her nape to keep her controlled while my left drops to her breast. She arches into my touch and inhales a shaky breath before she focuses on me, even as my fingers tease her nipple.
Her tongue glides along the underside vein, eliciting a pulse of euphoria and forcing me to lock my knees tight.
I moan, and her eyes flare as she does it again and again. I bite my lip, pleasure surging through me, and it takes effort to keep my eyes pinned on her.
Slowly, tortuously, she bobs her head back and forth, taking a little more of me each time.
Breathless moans and whispered encouragement spill past my lips, and I roll her nipple between my fingers.
Her breathing becomes erratic as she swallows me deeper, clenching her thighs tight, making little pleased noises in the back of her throat.
It’s painfully beautiful, and easily the best blow job I’ve ever had, despite her being only thirty seconds in and not even halfway down.
And God, do I fucking loathe it.
When she has me thoroughly wet and dripping with her saliva, she slides down as far as she can, suctions until her cheeks hollow, then slowly drags me out. Her half-lidded eyes stay locked on mine, a crease forming between my brow, and my mouth dropping from the pleasure tightening my balls.
“Ahh, fuck, good girl,” I whimper before pinching her nipple hard.
Pausing, she jumps, a startled sound vibrating around me before her cheeks redden and her eyes flutter.
My cock jerks in her mouth as I groan. Her reaction is almost more euphoric than the blow job itself.
“You stop, I stop,” I tell her hoarsely, pressing on her nape to urge her to continue.
She does so immediately, moaning as she sucks on me eagerly. I’m simultaneously tightening my grip on her nipple while applying pressure on her nape, forcing her to take more of me.
I twist my wrist, and a squeal reverberates around my cock while another loud moan breaks free from me. She mewls and writhes from the pain, pleasure softening her features.
“Fuck, look at you. Drooling like a little slut,” I rasp.
She retreats until only the tip remains and then sucks hard while flicking her tongue along the vein running up the underside again. I toss my head back, my eyes rolling as ecstasy shoots through me.
“Fuuuck, Rev,” I groan, my knees weakening.
I drop my chin to swoop her hair up in my fist and roughly jerk her head. “Easy,” I admonish, my voice bordering on demonic.
Big, round eyes peer up at me innocently while mischievousness quirks her brows.
Fucking brat.
My upper lip twitches into a snarl, and the need to ram my cock down her throat heightens until I can’t contain it anymore.
“That funny, baby? Let me see you laughing when I break your fucking jaw from how hard I fuck your face,” I threaten, withdrawing from her completely.
Twisting her hair harder, I jerk her closer, using my other hand to grab my dick and roughly slap her cheek.
She gasps in shock, and then her eyes narrow. It only brings another grin to my face, especially as her skin reddens around the area.
“Hold out your tongue,” I order.
Heat and sass swirl in her gaze as she obeys. I tilt her head back and slap my cock on her tongue several times, groaning.
“Such a good little slut,” I murmur, my upper lip twitching into a scowl from the potent lust swirling in my veins.
There’s an odd moment of clarity that strikes me, briefly reminding me who’s beneath me. Rather than ruining the mood, it only makes my stomach flip, the taboo nature of it spurring me on.
Can’t say I ever thought I’d slap my cock on Reverie Adams’s tongue before fucking her face, but I’m not entirely upset about it, either.
I should be, but I'm not.
“Swallow me,” I order, releasing myself to squeeze her abused nipple again.
She heeds my demand, enveloping me in her mouth once more with a greedy moan.
I’m unforgiving as I shove my length deeper and pinch her nipple harder, satisfying the beast she insists on instigating.
Brows pinched, she cries around me, her body jerking and bouncing as agony courses through her.
When I release it, she lets out a loud, throaty moan, her lashes fluttering and hips grinding from the lingering pain.
I quickly lick my thumb and gently circle over the abused peak, soothing and coaxing her into a whimpering puddle, just to pinch tight again, causing her eyes to roll while mine become entranced.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan, ecstasy racing down my spine. My balls draw up tight, and if I lose concentration for even a second, I’ll explode in her mouth.
But I’m not ready for this to end. It’s so fucking addicting. No God constructed from a simple human mind could save her from becoming my little whore.
She’s fucking lucky if I let her leave the bed, let alone put on a single scrap of clothing.
I use her hair twisted around my fist to push her down deeper again, until the tip reaches the back of her throat, still a few inches to spare. She gags, slobber spilling from her mouth and dripping onto her lap.
“What, can’t take it, darling? I didn’t think you’d be the type to disappoint me,” I taunt, the words a breathless growl.
After an irate glance, she wraps a hand around the base of my cock before she inhales and feeds me into her mouth deeper, her tight throat squeezing the fucking life out of me. The sharp pleasure is quick to pull a raspy moan, and my thighs tremble from its potency.
My reaction only spurs her on. She wiggles her head back and forth slightly, inching it down until her mouth presses against my pelvis.
“Ooooh, oh, fuck, oh fuck, Rev, fuck, baby,” I gasp, my knees threatening to collapse again.
Stars pop in my vision, and just as I’m on the verge of losing it completely, she slackens her jaw and tilts her head back, slowly withdrawing, revealing my cock inch by inch while tears fall in rivulets down her cheeks.
Gnashing my teeth, I force her to stop halfway with a rough, “Wait.” I release her nipple and hurriedly grab my phone from my pocket. My hand trembles as I open the camera app and snap a few pictures of her, my bones rattling from how fucking beautiful she is.
Then, I shove the device back in my pocket while she resumes. Her tongue is stiff as it glides along the vein on the underside of my length, her cheeks hollow from how hard she sucks on me as she moves her head back and forth.
If I let go, I could come in a second. Yet, I still hold out, greedy and obsessed—until she wraps both hands around me, stacking them and twisting them in opposite directions as she pumps me while her mouth greedily sucks on the tip.
The effect is fucking devastating on my control. It slips between my fingers like sand.
“Fuuuuuck, fuckfuckfuck, Rev, oh, oh, that’s it,” I blabber, the pleasure sharpening.
All I can do is desperately tweak her abused nipple until the two of us are battling for dominance over who will make the other come first.
She pants and squeaks around me while her hips roll against the bed, seeking friction.
“Look how easily you melt for me,” I taunt, my breathless scoff full of mockery. “All it takes is stuffing your face with my cock and pinching your nipple, and you’re fucking the bed like a needy whore.”