Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(86)
“Rip the fucking dress for me,” she commands, spinning so I get a lovely view of her back and ass.
Without hesitation, I pull on the slippery fabric, letting her enjoy the sound of every thread being ripped to shreds. Goosebumps trail down her spine in the wake of the torn fabric. One more harsh tear exposes her ass, which I grab, digging my fingers into her flesh.
“No underwear,” I observe, exploring the softness of her bare skin.
“I was waiting for you to notice all night.”
Blair’s chest is heaving, and when I let the torn garment fall to the floor, she turns to grab either side of my face, kissing me feverishly.
“Good boy.” Fuck, her praise makes my cock twitch. Her hands slide up my jaw, plunging into my hairline. “Now about the second part of your promise.”
Tightening my grip on her ass, I walk us backward toward the bed. Her pierced nipples are pebbled and needing attention, and I take full advantage of the opportunity to mark her skin. Kissing and sucking her perfect tits, knowing how close she can get to coming from a little nipple play. Her head lolls back, the tips of her long hair tickling my forearms, and I toss her onto the bed.
She innocently pats the blanket, slipping a nipple between her fingers and giving the slightest pinch. I doubt there will be any gentle lovemaking filled with tears tonight. Not with the way she’s looking at me like a predator hungry for a long-overdue meal. “Lose the pants and come here.”
No belt in history has ever been removed so quickly. With a single snap, the belt and buckle fly across the room, landing on the hardwood floor with a twang as my pants fall to pool around my ankles. Blair sits up, grabbing my shirt in both hands, and tears. The row of pearl snaps fly open, and she kisses my stomach, working her lips over me until she’s reached the waistband of my boxer briefs.
My dick’s so fucking hard, it only takes a simple flick of the elastic for it to spring out, bobbing in front of her kiss-swollen lips. Her killer brown eyes look up at me through long lashes, and Blair slowly licks from the crease of my balls to the twitching tip of my hard cock.
I whimper, my hips bucking forward when she laps up the pearl of pre-cum. “Fuuuuck.”
Hands on my hips, she pushes me back from the edge of the bed and drops to her knees on the hardwood.
“Baby, no. Hold on.” I reach over her to grab a pillow for her knees. Then give her a few seconds to get comfortable, shifting side to side on the pillow, before I run the backs of my knuckles across her cheek.
Dainty fingers around my cock, she gives a firm tug to force even more pre-cum, and her thumb spreads it across the head. All the while, her eyes never leave mine. Teasing, with slow licks swirling the crown and dragging down the shaft, and fingers caressing my balls. Until I can’t take another second of the torture.
“Suck my fucking cock, Blair.” I grab hold of the base with one hand, her hair with the other. “I know you’re dying to. Open your pretty mouth for me. It’s been a while…I want to see how well you can take me now.”
She hungrily drops her jaw, eager to let me slide my cock between her pouty lips, tongue instinctively rolling to cradle my shaft the deeper I go. I push forward until she’s forced to breathe through her nose, spit pooling to lubricate my way into her throat. Her lips close around me, and I pull part of the way out before thrusting deeper into her wet mouth.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking good at that. So goddamn greedy for my cock, aren’t you?”
She digs her nails into my ass, forcing me even deeper, until she makes a small, sputtering, choking sound. With watery doe eyes looking up at me, eager for praise, and saliva spilling from the corners of her full mouth, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t help the grunting, whimpering mess I’m becoming with every thrust into her beautiful face.
Mouth stuffed with my cock, a drop of spit barely clinging to her lip, she reaches between her legs, and the relieved moan reverberating in her throat encourages me to plunge forward.
I groan. “I can’t wait to feel how wet your perfect cunt is from this.”
She’s fucking intoxicating. Sucking me, wet and sloppy, and with the occasional popping sound when she breaks suction on the tip of my cock. Every greedy sound that buzzes under my skin sends me closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Fuck, you look beautiful with your mouth full of me.” I struggle to remain upright, shoving myself to the back of her throat and practically ripping the hair from her head while I fight to maintain some composure. Moaning her name like a goddamn prayer.
This moment. Blair. It’s everything. My undoing and my saving.
And holy shit, she’s working me over like it’s her fucking job. The perfect combination of tongue, suction, firm hands, and a way of looking up at me that has me wanting to see her from this angle every day for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I say between groans of pure bliss. “Where do you want it?”
She pops off my cock and smirks. Blair’s cutesy, mischievous smile turns into her eagerly waiting for me to come, with glimmering eyes and a wide-open mouth. Her fingers wrapped around me, jerking until it feels like a heavy weight is pressing on my lower spine. An electrifying jolt of pleasure forces its way out in a staggering moan, and hot spurts of cum shower Blair’s face and tongue—the last few pumps falling short and trickling down her bare chest.