He watched her blow him, gritting his teeth and gripping the inside of his thigh with one hand, balling the sheets in the other, doing both in order not to move his hands to her head, hold her steady, and thrust into her mouth.

When she replaced her mouth with her hand, started jacking him, and moved to gently draw his sac into her warm, wet mouth, he was done.

“You want my cum on my stomach, keep that shit up, pussycat,” he growled and watched her lift her head.

She’d released his balls, but her hand kept jacking him.

“You wild, Abel?” she whispered.

“Close,” he gritted, and she grinned, eyes languid, lips wet and swollen from his kiss and her blowjob.

Fuck.

“I want you wild, baby,” she kept whispering.

“Might lose control,” he warned, ending on a groan when she guided his dick to her mouth and sucked hard at just the tip.

“I like it like that,” she told him after she released him and before she blew on his sensitive head.

He gripped his thigh harder, his entire body tensing.

She sensed it, he knew it when she turned her head and sank her teeth into the flesh of his inner thigh.

At the sting, a nonverbal snarl ground up his throat.

Her eyes came back to him and he almost lost it at the greed and power shining bright in them, searing his skin with the intensity.

Then she lifted up to her knees in the bed and slid them wide, still jacking him. Her gaze locked to his, she stroked hard, tugging from the root, as she slid her hand down her belly and between her legs.

He knew she found the right spot when her head dropped back, her hair swaying all the way down to her waist, her lips parting.

“Jesus,” he grunted, no longer able to hold it back, surging his hips up, thrusting into her hand.

Her head dipped forward, her gaze unfocused and hot as fuck, only just managing to catch his.

She whispered, “Wild,” then worked him hard as she worked herself and he watched it all, her hips moving with her fingers, riding them, fucking fuck. It was so magnificent he shifted to his knees, hooked her behind her neck, and drove into her tight fist. “Yes,” she breathed.

He bent his neck so his forehead was to hers.

“In a minute, gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna taste me.”

“Yes,” she panted.

He gripped the back of her neck harder and took her mouth, fucking her fist, feeling her move as she rocked her hips into her fingers, whimpering down his throat.