“Tell me your secret, Phoebe.”
Her breath caught and she shook her head. “No.”
“Does it have something to do with leaving a man behind?” She’d shut down when he’d made the crack about the Agency leaving agents. “Was that what happened to your husband?”
She went utterly still. “Don’t talk about him.”
That hurt, but it wasn’t unexpected. He’d known when he started this that it would be a long night. It was the only night they had if he didn’t break down her walls. He was out of time. He needed to get her mind off all the crap that was happening and on the present. “Undo the fly of my jeans.”
A look of relief crossed her features and her hands immediately came up, working the button on his jeans and bringing the zipper down. His cock sprang free. He’d been erect from the moment she’d walked into the room. Even during their argument, his cock had been slamming against his jeans, desperate to get close to her. She stared at him, his dick pulsing. “You’re so pretty.”
He’d never once been called pretty before, but he would take any compliment she gave him. “I think you’re the pretty one. Kiss me, Phoebe. Show me you want me.”
She leaned over and those gorgeous lips of hers opened and her tongue came out, swiping at the head of his already weeping dick. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when she sucked his cockhead behind her lips.
“I do want you. I want you so much.” Her words rumbled along his cock, trembling against his flesh and making his balls draw up.
“Take more.” He had no intentions to come. He wouldn’t do that until he was buried deep inside her ass, but he so wanted her mouth on him. They both needed the connection.
She looked up as she ran her tongue down his cock, whirling it around and around. She sucked the pre-come off him and drank it down. Her hand came up, circling his stalk and drawing him in deeper.
So good. She felt so good. His Phoebe didn’t half ass anything, so when she sucked him, she meant it. She worked her mouth around him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside. Her hands went down to cup his balls, nails scraping lightly. His hand sank into the softness of her hair and he tilted his pelvis, forcing her to take more. Her breasts bounced as she ate his dick. He hissed when he felt the sharp scrape of her teeth, but it was just one more sensation to be had. Her tongue soothed the little ache and before he knew it, he felt his balls pulsing, getting ready to explode.
With pure willpower, he pulled her off. “Not yet. You’re not getting off that easy, baby. Take off your clothes, go to the bed, and kneel on it. Ass in the air, face on the mattress.”
Her gorgeous mouth was perfectly puffy as she dragged her tongue across her lower lip. “Why am I being punished?”
“You’re not. You need this. Tell me you don’t need this and I’ll just make love to you. I’ll make love to you all night, but it won’t mean a damn thing if you can’t relax. Do you want to enjoy our last night?” Manipulative, but necessary. He didn’t feel a moment’s guilt over it. Though he certainly didn’t intend for it to be their last night, the rest was true. She needed the discipline in order to let go and relax. He kicked off his shoes and quickly undressed. He needed to be with her, nothing between them.
“I don’t know why, but I do need it. Jesse, I’m sorry I can’t give you what you need. Why would you take care of me when I can’t do the same for you?”
That was easy. “Because I love you and that’s meaningful to me. Even if you never love me back, I’m glad I love you. I’m a better person, stronger, happier for loving you. And I’ll explain to you why you need it, but not until you do as I ask.”
She got up with grace and then quickly began taking off her clothes. There was no teasing in it, no playful lover. She was a woman who needed. His question was did she even understand what it was that drove her as she climbed onto the bed and placed her body in a position of complete vulnerability?
His dick tightened as he stared at her perfect form. She hadn’t been trained in any formal way, but she’d learned from the few times they’d played. He reached out and let his hand touch the curve of her ass. She sighed, relaxing the moment he caressed her.
“You need permission to connect, baby. You don’t. Not really, but somewhere in your mind you’ve got the idea that it’s wrong to feel pleasure, connection, joy, just about anything but pain.” He drew his hand back and gave her the smack she needed. He didn’t hold back. He slapped her ass with a sure show of his strength.
She cried out but didn’t move, didn’t do anything that would stop him from spanking her again. “Please.”
“That is all in the world I want to do,” Jesse whispered. “Please you. Love you. Be with you.” He spanked her again, five times in rapid succession. Her skin went a nice pink and she let out a long cry.