I shift back down the bed, grip her ankles in my hands, and pull her with me.

“With your permission, princess,” I look her in the eye and will her to feel my sincerity, “I’d like to resume what I was doing. And just so you know, I was purposely taking my time, but I can speed things up if it makes you feel better.”

She puffs out her cheeks and blows out a long breath, which just irritates me more.

“Five minutes,” she mutters before sliding back into position.

Challenge accepted.

“Take your shirt off,” I demand. I’ve got a point to prove. “I saw you trying to play with those gorgeous tits when you sucked me off last weekend. You can put your hands on your chest, or you can put them in my hair, got it?”

She doesn’t move. So I bite her inner thigh.

“Fuck! Okay, okay!” she laughs, sitting up to pull my LAX T-shirt off and unhook her bra in the process. “I’m setting a timer though,” she retorts, reaching over to where her phone sits on the nightstand.

When she lies back down, her tits bounce, and I can’t fucking resist.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I praise, crawling up her body and taking her nipple into my mouth.

She hisses on contact, then moans on the next breath. I keep sucking as I let my fingers dip between her thighs. She clenches around my hand, and I switch sides with my mouth, lavishing her other nipple with just as much attention.

“Fuck… yes…” she pants as I continue. This girl loves her some nipple action. Noted.

“Keep playing with those,” I instruct as I reluctantly abandon her perfect breasts to trail kisses down her body.

Wasting no time this round—I don’t even bother getting an extra whiff—I get to fucking work. I go back to the rhythm I had going before she so rudely stopped me and slip one finger inside her for an extra assist.

Her pussy immediately tightens around me. I crook my finger up, then smile into her folds when she bucks her hips in response.

That’s it, baby girl. We’re gonna get you there yet.

After a few minutes of steady fingering and sucking, she’s close. She’s practically fucking my face when her damn phone alarm rings out. She freezes—and I see red.

“Hit snooze,” I bark out, immediately resuming my rhythm. She’s close. She’s so close. I’m not letting some arbitrary timer tell me to stop.

“Dem—”

“I said hit snooze. You’re dripping all over the sheets and pulsing around my fingers, Princess. I know this is working for you. Stop overthinking it and just fucking come for me.”