“But there will be an end to this, I’m not promising you anything more than this.” I try so hard to say the words as he drops his sleep shorts in front of me, and his cock is so appealing, I want to just lean over and take it in my mouth.

“Keep telling yourself that. I’m going to make you love me so much you won’t ever want to leave.” His guttural voice is so deep that every nerve in my body sets off like fireworks, but him using the word love has me freaking out, and all I want is to shut down this talking.

My body reacts to my lust, and before he can move one leg to get back into the bed, I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat so quickly that I have to hold back from gagging.

“Fuccckkkk,” Forrest cries out, and without taking his cock from my mouth, I maneuver my body so I’m on my back sideways across his bed. His cock rotates in my mouth, and I push my body a little further across the bed with my feet so that my head is slightly off the bed, and I swallow around him. He groans, and it feels so good to be looking up at him.

I take control to show him this is just good sex. We have so much chemistry, that is undeniable, but that is what he thinks is more. He will see when this fizzles out that I’m just a snarky bitch most days and he will get sick of me.

“My goddess.” Fire burns in his eyes as I take one hand, wrap it around his cock, and begin sliding it in and out.

I pull it completely out for a moment to reply, “Now that’s a better name.” Then I drag my tongue over his cock. Raising my other hand, I grasp his balls in my fingers and give them a firm squeeze.

“Fuck, I think it should be temptress.” And his gravelly voice tells me he is close to the edge I want to push him over. “Touch yourself, I want to watch you.” And as much as I think I’m in control, I’m so not. The moment he gives me an order, I can’t ignore it.

Dropping his balls, I reach down and drag a couple of fingers through the wetness that is already forming and then circle my clit. I know what I need to get myself off, I’ve been doing it successfully for years. A woman does what she needs to do, although I must admit, an orgasm from a man always has more to it.

I moan around his cock, and it has him quivering just I like I am.