Page 50 of Temptress

Then I let out a yelp of surprise that quickly turned into a burst of laughter as he bent at the waist, tossed me over his shoulder, and bolted toward the door.

A growl worked its way up Silas’s throat, and when I glanced up at him through the fan of my eyelashes, my lips stretched wide over his thick, pulsing cock, the way he was watching me as I sucked him off sent another rush of heat through my body. It centered between my legs, making my clit tingle and my core pulse.

His eyes were nearly black, his teeth gritted so hard the muscle in his jaw throbbed and the cord in his neck strained tight.

“Fucking hell, baby. The way you look on your knees as you suck me off... so fucking beautiful.” He sat on the edge of my bed, his legs spread wide to accommodate me while my head bobbed up and down on his length, my cheeks hollowing out. I’d never really enjoyed giving blowjobs in the past, it always felt more like a chore than foreplay, but with Silas, I couldn’t get enough. Even though I was the one on my knees, I still had the power.

His hand tangled my hair tighter, the grip making my scalp sting in a way that made me hotter. “Jesus,” he grunted, his hips snapping upward uncontrollably and causing the head of his cock to bump the back of my throat. “I could come down your throat so hard the back of your skull would blow clean off.”

I moaned, the sound sending a vibration along his dick. I wanted him to do exactly that.

However, he had other plans.

He snatched me up under his arms and hauled me onto his lap as I let out a sound of displeasure at losing the taste of him. “That’s going to have to wait, because right now, I need to stretch this tight, hot pussy.”

Reaching between us, Silas grabbed the base of his dick and lined it up with my center, and as soon as the crown was notched into place, he thrust his hips while grabbing my hips and jerking me down, spearing me on his huge cock.

“Oh my god!” I cried out as his loud moan filled my bedroom. I was so full this way, I needed a second to adjust.

Just as the sting in my pussy faded and went from feeling painful to delicious, his phone starting to ring on my nightstand.

“Ignore it,” he clipped and grabbed my chin when I started to twist in that direction, forcing my face back to his. “You’re in control,” he rasped as he lifted his hands to palm my breasts, tugging on my straining nipples. “This is your show, baby. I want you to ride me.”

I braced my knees in the mattress and placed my hand on his shoulders, slowly lifting up and lowering back down on him until I’d fully adjusted to how wide he was stretching me.

The ringing started again, but we were both too lost in each other to give it a second thought.

His gaze held mine captive as the pressure in my core began to build and my pace increased. I lifted and lowered, circling my hips and grinding my clit against the base of his shaft every time he bottomed out. I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to. I was enthralled, hypnotized. “Silas,” I whispered, the intensity of what I was feeling threatening to overtake me.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed as I moved faster and faster, chasing after my release. “Just like that, Sloane. Fuck me as hard and fast as you want. This dick belongs to you, baby. Use it.”

“I’m close,” I whimpered. “It’s—Silas, it’s too much.”

His hips snapped upward in time with each downward glide I made, pushing him even deeper, the crown of his cock brushing across my G-spot. I could feel himeverywhere. He was all I could see, all I could feel. All I could focus on was his touch, where we were connected in the most intimate way. He consumed me.

“You can take it,” he coaxed, bringing his hand back to my throat and applying the perfect amount of pressure. I gasped, and the tenuous hold I’d had on my control snapped. I bucked against him and dug my nails into his shoulders as I fucked him with everything I had. “Christ, you’re so fucking perfect for me,” he grunted.

Leaning in, he cupped my tit and brought it up to his face, sucking my nipple between his lips. That was all it took. I came hard and long, his name on my lips like a prayer.

He followed right after, pouring himself inside of me and holding me tight to his chest as each hot spirt of cum coated my walls. Once he finished, he collapsed backward onto the mattress, taking me down with him before adjusting us so I was snuggled into his arms with my head tucked in beneath his chin.

We lay like that for a solid minute, each of us catching our breaths, when a third call came through on his phone.

“Goddamn it,” he clipped under his breath as I giggled.

“Whoever it is, they’re persistent as hell, I’ll give them that,” I teased.

His expression was dark and grumpy as he rolled away from me, forced to disengage before he was ready. “Well, they’ll just have to fucking wait until I’m finished cleaning my woman up,” he grumbled as he headed for my bathroom to get a damp washcloth.

My cheeks heated, and I lost even more of my heart to him in that moment. His phone had been blowing up, yet he was putting me first.

Just as the water came on in the bathroom, the ringing started again. I rolled toward the nightstand and snatched up the offending devise, but what I saw on the screen made the blood in my veins turn to ice. He had five missed calls. Three from Darcy’s school and two, including the one currently coming through, from his ex-wife.

“Uh, Silas?”

“Yeah?” he asked as he reentered the bedroom, cloth in hand.

I extended my arm holding the phone. “I think you might need to take this.”