Page 36 of Crush
It takes my full effort to keep my thoughts from my expression as I beckon her closer.
But with the fear creeping into her gaze, I’m sure she’s figured out my intentions. The one request Ember had was that she wasn’t ready for sex. She’s a virgin.
Asking this of her, making her step up to me with both of us bare, pushes against her limits. Forces her to admit the sham of this moment and fucking fight.
Yet … she moves closer, meeting the challenge.
Confusion tightens my lips for a single breath before I school them into a smirk.
I grind out, “Touch my dick.”
Her swallow is audible before she lifts her hand and grips my shaft, squeezing it. Her sheer touch has my gaze tipping to the ceiling to collect myself before I can look at her again.
Ember’s not meeting my eye anymore. She’s focusing on my cock, instead. I wish I could say passion ignites her gaze, but I can’t tell through her lowered lashes.
Fuck this.
“Suck me off,” I demand.
She dips her knees, and it’s at that point of her infuriating obedience that I swoop my arm behind her bowed legs and lift her like the damsel she’s pretending to be.
Ember squeals, her arms automatically coming around my neck.
“Both of us are going to enjoy this,” I growl. “Otherwise, it’s pointless.”
Her brows furrow. “I thought I was supposed to—”
Ember’s cut off when I swing her upside down, her thighs spreading on either side of my head. My cock bats against her chin as she sways between my legs, crying out something, but I’m too far gone to care what this pretend-Ember has to say.
She weighs about what a mite would, so it’s easy for me to slide both of us onto the hood of the Porsche until my back’s against the windshield and I can better balance her pussy against my face.
Her knees smack against the glass as she tries to figure out what the fuck’s going on. It would be comical if Ember weren’t so enraged.
“What the fuck, Thorne!” she yells as her elbows slide against the hood, trying to find balance.
There she is.
But having a feral cat between my legs with full access to my dick is not the goal here, either.
“I said, suck me off,” I repeat with a tone brooking no argument before I bury my mouth in her pussy and feast.
She’s so swollen and wet, it’s easy to sink into the taste and smell of her. Squeezing her ass cheeks, I spread them wider to gain full access, licking and sucking every crevice I find.
“Th-Th—”
Either she’s acquired a stutter, or Ember’s having trouble even voicing my name.
I grin inside her pussy, nibbling at her clit appreciatively, before she groans in submission, finds my dick, and swallows me whole.
The heat of her mouth rivals the warmth of her center, throwing me so off-balance, I almost forget to pleasure her as much as she’s sucking me to the brink.
But I love some good competition.
Her angle is so good that she’s able to deep throat me in one swoop. I buck against her mouth, pushing my balls into her face, but I can’t relent. Not when she’s so good.
My moans add to my licks and sucks, becoming her own human vibrator as I take out the pain of keeping my orgasm in check on her pussy.
You will succumb first, sweet Ember.