“They’re yours,” she promised. “So is this.” She leaned forward and took the smooth, swollen crown into her mouth.

He swore violently, and a tremor ran through his entire body. Curling over her, he slapped one hand into the mattress behind her head. The other, still holding her thong, wrapped around the base of his shaft and squeezed.

She took him a little deeper, running her tongue over the underside all the way to the sensitive tip.

She couldn’t take him as far as she wanted, but between the slide of her mouth and the stroke of his hand, it was more than enough.

He was straining to hold himself back. But she didn’t want that. She wanted him as wild as he made her. She dug her nails into his ass cheeks, and when he gave a testing thrust into her mouth, Remi hummed her approval. He did it again and again. Swift, shallow pumps that had his crown swelling between her teeth.

“Need to get you off.” He gritted out the words like he was in pain.

“This is just for you, Brick,” she murmured before taking him in as deep as he could go.

He used her hair to pull her head back, releasing his dick from her mouth. “Ah,” he groaned, giving himself several vicious strokes with his hand before guiding the tip back to her lips. Moisture gathered there, and she licked it off. “Scared I’ll hurt you. I want you so fucking bad.”

“Fuck my mouth, Brick. Please.”

He couldn’t say no to her or the demand, and they both knew it.

When he loosened his grip on her hair, she slicked her mouth over him again, relishing the texture and taste of him. Thick veins on his shaft throbbed against her tongue, making her dizzy with his desire for her.

When he tried to pull out again, she sank her nails into his ass cheeks and held steady.

“Dirty fucking girl,” he groaned and then thrust between her lips.

She sucked hard and deep. Teasing with teeth and tongue then soothing with long licks over the sensitive slit. Sucking and plumping him, she steadily drove him mad.

“Goddamn you, Remi.” She looked up at him and was gratified at the picture he made. His lids were heavy, lips full and parted. A god chasing his pleasure. And she was the one to give it to him.

One hand stroked his shaft in time with her mouth, the other gripped her hair. “Need more.”

“Take it,” she said before sliding her lips back down.

On a groan, he released her hair and once again folded over, this time forcing her head back against the mattress. His fist, still wrapped in her panties, worked the base of his cock viciously as his hips set the pace. She heard his fingers digging into the mattress next to her head as he fucked her mouth and she embraced a euphoric sense of panic at having no escape.