Her words hit hard, taking root beneath his skin as she sank lower, licking him from base to tip, lingering on the broad head of his dick. She dragged her tongue around and over it, driving him out of his mind. “Look at me.” He tightened his hold on her hair. Her eyes flicked up to his, lust and deeper emotions coalescing, drawing his needs like confessions. “Work it good, baby girl. Make me yours.”

She took him greedily into her mouth, her lips stretching around his thickness. He slid one hand to her jaw, caressing it as he watched his cock drive in and out of her swollen lips. “So fucking beautiful.”

She cupped his balls with one hand, stroking and sucking, dragging a groan from his lungs. His chin fell to his chest, eyes locked on hers as she worked him with her hand and mouth, pulling back every few strokes to slowly tease the head, taking him right up to the verge of release. He buried both hands in her hair, hips pumping to match her rhythm, taking her deeper, thrusting faster. She moaned, eyes filled with pleasure, bringing a slew of emotions he couldn’t grapple with. He struggled to push them away and focus on the pleasure she brought. But with his sweet girl loving him with her mouth and enjoying it, stroking him faster, tighter, so damn perfect, his entire body ached with the need to come. Heat seared down his spine, and his hips shot forward as he found his release.

“Fuck, baby—” His climax tore through him like a runaway train. He clung to her hair, hips rocking, grunting with the mind-numbing pleasure. She stayed with him, taking everything he had to give until aftershocks rumbled through him. When she drew back, lips swollen and glistening, she pressed a kiss just above the base of his cock, eyes so full of emotions, he felt them wrapping around him, the pain of the past coalescing with the pleasure of Tracey.

He lifted her to her feet, and the truth came tumbling out. “You destroy me, baby girl.”

“I don’t want to destroy you,” she said softly. “I want to make you whole.”

The world screeched to a halt. How could two small sentences rock him to the core?

He wasn’t ready to analyze any of that, so he tossed it onto the mountain of other things he wasn’t ready to think about and gritted out, “And I want to make you come.”

He crushed his mouth to hers, urgent and rough, trying to outrun the mountain looming over him. He lifted her onto the bar, tearing off her panties as they kissed. He pulled off her shirt and bra, and she shot a glance at the door again. “Don’t get shy with me, baby girl. There’s nothing we won’t do together.”