It’s my penance.
I don’t deserve it.
I don’t deserve her.
“You should be at the compound, where it’s safe,” I try to protest, but the words sound weak.
The smile that curls my woman’s lips is sweet seduction in human form. I’m just about ready to fall to my knees and give her anything she wants.
Me.
All of me.
“I brought your woman,” Dad calls out and I glance over to see him leaning against the rolling door track since it’s open. “I’m going to take Hank and grab a cup of coffee. The man’s gotta take a break now and again,” he grumbles the last part before heading into the reception area.
I think I hear Sidewinder chuckle, but I’m not paying him any attention. Not when Graycie grips my wrist and tugs.
She leads me back into my office without needing me to tell her where to go. For all I know, the woman looked up blueprints. She’s resourceful like that.
Or she just asked Warden.
Right.
Or that.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I try again, but it’s a lost cause at this point.
My dick is telling me to shut up and the way Graycie’s eye flash in warning is more than enough to have me pressing my lips together.
When I’m standing in front of the small couch I’ve slept on more times than I’d like to admit, she gives a little shove. I flop back into the seat and my woman’s face flushes with satisfaction.
I reach for her as she gets down on her knees, but she slaps my hands away. “Turner,” she warns, “you are not going to interfere.”
She makes quick work of my jeans and boxer briefs. When my cock springs free, she lets out a little sigh like she’s pleased withherself. She fucking should be. The way she’s looking at my cock like it’s a delicious treat? It’s hot as fuck.
“I don’t see why you’d want to anyway,” she murmurs and for a moment I have no idea what she’s saying or why.
Because her tongue slides along the crown of my cock and collects the pre-cum beading there. The soft throaty moan she lets out makes my dick twitch and she tightens her grip on my length.
First, she teases me with her tongue. Lapping. Licking.
My hands slide into her hair, pushing it back to ensure I have the best seat in the fucking house for this show. I don’t want to miss a moment.
Her hazel eyes lock with mine and I have to count backwards to stop myself from blowing my load right then and there. As she takes me into her mouth, slowly, I don’t look away.
Graycie starts to find her rhythm, playing with me and testing what I like and don’t like, while I keep a grip on her hair. My fingers flex with the need to fuck her face, but I hold back.
This time.
She strokes me in time with the slurping of her mouth. It’s a heady experience. Watching her.
Feeling the wet warmth of her mouth. And then when the head of my cock kisses the back of her throat? It’s almost too much.
Experiencing her eagerness. It makes me feel like I just returned from a fucking crusade.
Only with her.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” I growl. “Your taking my dick so fucking well, Angel.”