He had the power to take everything I had to give, and I wasn’t sure he was willing to give anything back.
Did that stop me from threading my arms around his neck? No.
Did that stop me from pressing my breasts into his upper belly? Again, no.
Did that stop me from spreading my legs when his hand went down the gap in the back of my jeans? Hell no.
I was his puppet.
He could do anything to me that he wanted, and I’d do everything in my power to make it easier for him. Why? Because I was a whore for Tate.
Other men, no. Tate? Hell fucking yes.
“Don’t like to see your face lookin’ like that,” he told me, pulling back so that I could see his eyes.
My eyes were likely dazed, and I knew that he knew what he did to me.
Again, I did nothing. Said nothing.
“This look, though?” he grinned that devilish grin. “Fuckin’ love it.”
Hearing ‘love’ come out of his mouth was damn near debilitating.
In fact, my heart was now pounding even harder, even though he’d done nothing but say a simple word.
I swallowed thickly when I felt the tip of one large finger swirl around the wetness of my entrance.
My eyelids grew heavy, and I bit my lip as I held my breath.
Everything inside of me screamed for me to urge him on, tell him anything to make him give me more.
But I knew better. Tate did what he wanted when he wanted. He didn’t work on anybody else’s time table but his own.
So when he just kept teasing—kept swirling that finger—spreading my wetness further and further out in broadening circles, I did nothing but spread my legs wider. I gave him what he asked for without actually asking.
He growled low in his throat, and then dropped his mouth to skim over my brow.
“You’re so short,” he said. “It’s a good thing I have long arms.” He paused. “But it makes it hard to do anything more.”
Before I could offer him an alternative, he took matters into his own hand, and picked me up.
With one hand still in the back of my pants, and the other around one ass cheek, I did the only thing I could do and wrapped my short little legs around his waist and held on while he moved.
My back hit the mattress, and he followed me down, crouching over me on the bed while continuing those maddening circles.
With the way I was practically lying on his arm, I couldn’t see how that was comfortable for him. He didn’t seem to care, though.
“Lift your shirt, let me see those pretty, big titties.”
I bit my lip and raised my shirt. When I went to lift my bra up next, he shook his head.
“Take them all the way off,” he ordered. “You gave me the greatest tease earlier and then took it away. I want them back.”
I stared at him, reading the earnestness in his eyes, and then reached for my shirt and shucked it all the way up and over my head. Once I threw it to the ground, I reached for the clasp of my bra, thankful that I’d put the one on that was easy to undo.
Once I had the snap undone, my breasts fell free of their confines.
The thing about women with big breasts like I had was they weren’t cute. They didn’t stay nicely in shape, but fell heavily to the side, making me so self-conscious that it was hard to not wince.
Tate, though?
He loved them. He worshipped them.
I cried out when I felt his hand leave from between my legs, but when he brought those fingers up, covered in my juices, then rubbed those same fingers along my nipples, I knew what he was going to do.
After sucking his fingers completely clean while staring straight into my eyes, he dropped down to my breast, and sucked one peaked nipple into his mouth.
He licked it completely clean, leaving it so engorged and hard that I wanted nothing more than to scream, and then he moved to the other nipple.
After doing the same thing to that one, he went up on his hands and knees, then leaned forward until his cock pressed stiffly against my core.
“It fuckin’ hurts,” he growled.
I knew what he was speaking of—his cock.
I wanted nothing more than to have that cock in my mouth.
He growled, pushing up to his knees and standing up on the side of the bed. “Turn around on the bed and hang your head over.”
Confused, I did as he asked, watching as he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I mused as I stared at him. “How come?”
He grinned and went forward on the bed, his fisted hands going to either side of my hips before I suddenly had a face full of Tate’s huge cock.
Then I forgot everything but one of my favorite parts of him, and by forgetting I meant I completely got lost in him.
It was like a kid in a candy store as I brought my hands up to take hold of him. However, before I could even get them mostly lifted off the mattress, he stopped me by grabbing each of my hands and holding them down on the bed.
“Mouth only.”
The gruff response had my vagina clenching in need.
Without waiting for more instructions from the overbearing male hovering over me, I bypassed his cock for his balls, and licked the lower one, sucking softly on the sack before dragging my tongue to the other one.
I must’ve surprised him because he pulled away, then started to laugh.
“Why did I not realize you’d be different?” he teased, then lowered himself back down to my mouth.
I grinned, trying not to think about being ‘different’ and went back to work, lathing my tongue along the sensitive skin of his scrotum.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I felt a drop hit my chest, and took a moment to stop and see what it was.
My mouth tipped up into a smile when I saw the pearly white drop of his excitement running down the middle of one breast.
Was I not paying enough attention to the rest of him?
I grinned and licked my way from his balls to the base of his shaft, then did an ab curl until I could reach the head.
That was all I could reach, though, and I think that was the point. He was making me work for it.
Poking my tongue out and curling it at the tip, I reached up as far as I could go with how he had me restrained, and licked the next drop of moisture off the end of his cock.
He growled.
“Need some help, little girl?”
If anyone else had called me that, I’d have been furious.
But he wasn’t anybody. He was Tate Casey.
He could call me a dirty little slut, and I’d likely still be okay with that.
“You’re not hurting me if you don’t give me your cock,” I told him. “It’s only hurting you.”
He laughed then, letting go of one hand.
“You lift that hand, I’ll find alternate means of restraining you,” he told me bluntly, then reached for his cock.
I bit my lip, my eyelids growing even heavier.
Obediently, I opened my mouth to receive his cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when I had his tip inside my mouth, and I moaned.
God, it was so erotic.
The way he was being careful to only give me the tip, keeping his fist at mid shaft so he didn’t accidentally choke me.
I sucked the head roughly, swirled my tongue around it like a sucker, and then flicked the tiny notch underneath the head with the very tip of my tongue.