He increased the pressure on my throat, cutting off my words. “Do it, or I’ll make you.”

Releasing a shallow breath, I lowered, the skin of my knees pressing into the rough surface of the cement of the terrace.

He fisted my hair in a painful hold. “Take me out.”

This was going to be punishing. I had no doubt.

Immediately, I followed his directions, pushing up his shirt and freeing his engorged, weeping length from his jeans. I fisted him at the root and then pumped up and down.

I craved the taste of him, even when he pissed me off. Of course, I shouldn’t want him to this level, especially when he behaved like this, but then again, we weren’t a conventional couple.

Brushing my hands away, he grabbed hold of his cock and positioned the tip at my mouth, a bead of precum coating my lips. “Open.”

I’d barely followed his order when he pushed in, hitting the back of my throat and forcing me to swallow to keep from gaging.

He groaned, and the hold in my hair tightened as he began a brutal, relentless pace. I could do nothing but clutch his jean-covered thighs, knowing he controlled this situation.

His hips rocked back and forth as I closed my tear-soaked eyes and lost myself in the rhythm of his movements.

“Oh no, you don’t. Open your eyes. I own your mouth, and you are going to watch as I take it.”

I lifted my lids, staring into his angry, desire-clouded eyes. His movements grew faster, and his breath grew more and more ragged.

God, he was a stunning man.

A tingle shot into my pussy, and the need to touch myself overwhelmed me.

Before I could go through with my impulse, a rumble came from the back of his throat, and he gritted out, “Take every drop and don’t look away.”

In the next second, he clenched his eyes tight, throwing his head back, and came in hot, deep spurts, making me gasp for air and swallow at the same time. He continued to thrust, working the rest of his orgasm.

When the pistoning of his hips finally stopped, he pulled free of my mouth and used his thumb to collect the cum that had dripped on my chin and then pushed it into my mouth.

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are? No man in his right mind would ever let you go.”

Loosening his grip on my hair, he straightened his clothes and then offered me his hand.

I couldn’t help but wince as I rose. The hard surface of the terrace had done a number on my knees.

The calculated quirk of Simon’s lips told me he wanted it to hurt, giving me visions of punching him.