Theo’s fingers twitch in my hair, and I get just enough warning of what’s coming next to suck in a huge breath before the head of his cock is forced past my lips. He doesn’t stop until he’s right in my throat, cutting off my air supply.
I hum in appreciation as his grip tightens to the point of pain and his eyes slam closed as he absorbs the sensation of my mouth, of my tongue lapping at the underside of his cock.
The second he gathers himself, his eyelids flicker open and he stares down at me, his dark eyes holding mine as I take him in my mouth.
“You suck me so good, Hellcat,” he rumbles, his other thumb brushing my cheek tenderly.
My head spins with the move just like the last time he did it, but it’s soon forgotten when he thrusts his hips, his cock pushing deeper in my throat.
My lungs burn, my eyes water, and drool spills over my chin as he punishes my mouth. His grip remains tight on my hair as if he’s worried I’ll break away. Clearly, he doesn’t know me as well as he claims to, because I want this. I want him.
Fuck, do I want him.
I hum around him, sensing that he’s getting close. His movements are getting less controlled, his width swelling.
“Fuck. Emmie,” he groans, his eyes narrowing, but he never breaks eye contact as his release slams into him, his cock jerking violently in my mouth, cum hitting the back of my throat and covering my tongue before he pulls back.
When he’s spent, he lets his cock slip free. Drool and cum run from the sides of my mouth but he lifts his thumb to my skin, collecting it up and pushing the evidence of his orgasm back inside.
“Swallow,” he demands, and I do instantly. “Fuck, you look good on your knees for me, Hellcat.” His thumb continues to stroke my chin appreciatively.
His eyes bounce between mine, indecision filling the darkness.
“No,” I spit, “don’t you dare turn your back on me before you get me off again.”
He smirks, and damn if the sight of his arrogance doesn’t make my clit pound with need.
“After you just sucked me so good, wouldn’t dream of it, Hellcat.”
Dragging me to my feet, he holds me right in front of him, his eyes locked on what I’m sure are my swollen lips.
My heart thunders in my chest as I wait for him to walk away.
As much as I don’t want that, I tell myself that I won’t beg. That I won’t lower myself to showing just how much I need him right now.