Page 231 of By His Vow
“Not good enough. I want to see what I got out of this deal. Show me the goods, Mr. Callahan.”
Unable to refuse her orders, my hand lifts to the tie around my neck and I pull it free before dropping it to the end of the bed. Who knows, that just might come in handy later.
An image of my girl on her knees with her hands bound behind her back by the tie I was wearing when she gave herself to me pops up and does all kinds of unspeakable things to me.
Slowly, I make my way down the buttons on my shirt, exposing an inch of skin at a time.
She hungrily eats it all up, her eyes wider with each bit of progress I make.
“You always have been an infuriating motherfucker,” Tatum scoffs, unimpressed with my speed.
I smirk, making a show of ripping my waistband open.
“Kingston,” she warns.
I’ve never really been into delayed gratification. But there is something very, very amusing about building Tatum up until she looks like she’s going to explode. I’ve never considered myself a stripper, either, but it seems I might be doing an okay job of that too.
After toeing my shoes off, I tuck my pants from my feet and stand at the foot of the bed in just my boxers.
“More,” she demands. “Let me see what I’ve got to work with.”
“Oh, I think you’ll be more than satisfied,” I muse as she pushes herself up until she’s sitting before me.
Her eyes drop from mine in favor of my body, and the second she locks her gaze on my dick, it visibly jerks.
Before I get a chance to push my underwear from my hips, she reaches out and does it for me.
My cock bounces free, hard and desperate. The tip glistens with precum, and it only gets worse when Tatum licks her lips.
“Baby,” I groan. This wasn’t what I was planning.
I should be focusing on her. But?—
“Oh fuck, you little fucking brat,” I bark when she drags her tongue up the length of my cock before sucking on the head like it’s her personal popsicle.
My head falls back as pleasure rockets through me. My cock jerks violently in her mouth, my balls already threatening to draw up.
On autopilot, my fingers sink into her hair, instantly ruining her pretty updo.
“Jesus,” I grunt when she takes me right to the back of her throat. “I married a filthy whore, didn’t I, baby?”
She stares up at me with wide, watery eyes. I’m pretty sure she’d nod if she could.
While one hand helps work my cock alongside her mouth, the other grasps my ass tightly, her long, manicured nails digging into my skin and sending a bolt of pain right to my balls.
“Anyone would think you want my cum, Brat.”
She releases me for a beat, sucking in a deep breath before she takes me again. But before she gets a chance to wrap those pretty lips around me again, I tighten my grip on her hair and drag her back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting us. My stomach flips at the sight of her pouting because she wants my dick.
Fuck. This. Woman.
“Later,” I growl, although it’s fucking painful to do so. I’d happily spend the rest of the night with her bobbing up and down on my dick.
I release her with a gentle push, and she falls back onto the bed.
“Beautiful,” I muse before crawling onto the edge and reaching for her panties.
Tucking my fingers under the delicate lace, I drag them down her thighs, over the garter, and then off her feet.