She sucks me in deeper, her eyes steadily dragging up my torso until she meets my gaze. The head of my cock brushes the back of her throat. She chokes on it, pulling back slightly as tears stream down her cheeks.
I’m going to come. Fuck.
I grip her hair tighter, trying to keep her head steady so I can calm down and pull back from the edge. She loosens the suction of her mouth slightly, and I’m panting. My chest is rising and falling rapidly. Her mouth is so wet and warm and fucking perfect, but I still want to feel her sweet pussy before I completely detonate. I gently pull her off by her hair.
“I need inside you. Now.”
I want to see her beneath me, spread out on the bed like a feast. I stand, spinning her around by her hair. She’s such a good, obedient girl. So different from how she normally acts, constantly disagreeing with me on the house renovation.
Summer likes to be told what to do when she’s naked, andfuckif I don’t like being the one to tell her. I lay her down on the king-size bed, my elbows on the mattress as I’m poised above her. But we’re both still half clothed, and I need her fully naked for this.
My shirt comes the rest of the way off first, impatiently, followed by my pants and underwear. I reach for her dress, which is pooled around her waist. I tug it down her body, getting caught on her wide hips. She lifts them for me, and I toss the garment on the ground.
My eyes sweep over her, taking in her angelic, flawless shape in the moonlight. I’ve seen so many beautiful women in New York. I’ve dated fashion models. None of them hold even a candle to her.
Every curve is a work of art. I want to worship her. My hands move of their own accord, sliding over her silky skin andmapping the way her hips turn into her waist, her ribs, her breasts.
I get distracted. I don’t know how much time passes of me obsessing over her perfection before I focus back on her eyes. She’s staring at me. I dip down and kiss her lips before my finger slides back between her legs.
“I don’t have a condom,” I tell her.
She nods.
“I can go get some.”
She shakes her head.
“I’m clean.”
She nods again.
I grip my hard length, swiping the sensitive tip across her wet entrance. My eyes roll back in my head. I don’t know if I can handle this. I might come with the first thrust. I position myself, my eyes locking on hers as I slowly push inside her one inch.
Stars swim on the edge of my vision. “Cupcake, you’re gonna need to stay still for a few seconds.”
She lets out an exhale, mouth gaping open, like she’s not fully conscious either, just as affected as I am.
I shove in another inch.
Her irises are black.
Another inch.
Fuck.
She writhes beneath me, tilting her head to the side as her eyes roll back.
I slam all the way in. She cries out, gasping and clutching on to my triceps.
“I got you, baby. I got you. Hold on to me.”
chapter twenty-seven
Summer
Igrip his shoulder, still feeling like I’m in a daze. I have since he kissed me at Chaos.
Dayton is fucking me right now.