Page 28 of Joey

Her eyes flash with lust and she smiles as she sinks to the floor.

I open my belt and my zipper, stifling a groan at the relief of giving my aching cock a little more room. But I don’t take it out yet. She didn’t see me the other night at the club, and I don’t want to freak her out before I’ve explained what’s going to happen.

She looks up at me expectantly. She’s a fucking paradox. So naive and innocent but with a body and mind as wicked as sin.

I rub the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “You sure you want this?”

She blinks at me, long dark eyelashes fluttering over her cheeks. “Yes.” She licks the plump bow of her lips.

I pull her hair back, tucking it behind her ears so I can see her perfect face. “You’ll need to breathe through your nose.”

“Okay.”

“I’m a big guy, you might not be able to take all of me right away, but that’s okay. We’re going to train your pretty little throat until you can take every last inch of me.”

She draws in a shaky breath.

“Put your hands on my thighs,” I command.

She does as she’s told, splaying her fingers over my quads. My muscles tighten at her touch. She opens her mouth—expectant and eager. “Patience, Joey,” I say with a smirk, and she narrows her eyes at me. Such a beautiful little brat.

“I didn’t realize this was a lecture.” She glares at me in defiance. “I thought we were having a practical demonstration.”

Fuck me, this girl is dangerous. She is going to drive me to the brink of insanity, which is even more reason to establish some ground rules with her. I ignore her snark and thread my fingers through her hair, palming the back of her head. “When I hit the back of your throat, you’ll gag, maybe even feel like you’re choking. Tears are going to run down this pretty little face. And that’s only gonna make me want to fuck you harder, baby girl.”

She arches an eyebrow at me and fuck me if she doesn’t see that as some sort of challenge. “It is?”

“Yes. And this is why you need to pay attention to me. Because when your hot little mouth is stuffed full of my cock and you’re struggling to breathe, there’s no way in hell you’re going to be able to talk.”

She frowns with confusion.

“If you want me to take it a little easier, you squeeze my thighs, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Do it.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, now.”

She rolls her eyes but squeezes my thighs lightly.

“Harder than that. I’ll need to feel it.”

“Fine,” she mutters, and she squeezes tightly, her fingers digging into my taut muscles.

“Good girl.” Her breath hitches and her eyes shine. Such a slut for praise. “But if you need me to stop, you tap me instead, Joey. You got that?”

She giggles. “Like tapping out?”

“Exactly like tapping out. So try it.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna need to do that.” She shrugs her shoulders, full of that Moretti confidence that makes me want to prove her wrong.

“Tap. My. Leg.”

“Okay,” she huffs, but she does what she’s told.