Chapter Nine
My little blonde troublemakergets between my legs and sinks to her knees the moment we're within the private confines of my car. Her amber eyes are full of mischief as she meets my stunned gaze, and all I can do is suck my breath when she unbuckles my belt and slowly unzips my pants.
"I've been dreaming of your cock for so many nights, Mr. Mine."
God, she's calling me that again, and when I think of her dreaming of my cock—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I see her eyes widen in shock when she sees that her fingers aren't quite enough to handle my thickness, and a hoarse chuckle slips past my lips.
"Does it scare you?"
"A little."
I'm certain she's telling the truth, but the way she also licks her lips tells me she's just a bit excited as well.
"You have a lovely little mouth, Madeleine."
I reach down to trace her lips, and she trembles at my touch.
"Very, very lovely," I murmur, "and exquisitely small."
The last word makes her swallow hard, and my whole body turns hard with arousal at the sight.
"Have you ever tasted a man's cum before?"
She shakes her head vehemently. "Never."
"But would you want to?"
"I never used to like the idea of giving a man head," she whispers, "but now..."
She licks her lips again, and it's getting harder and harder to fight against the urge to drive my cock into her sweet little mouth.
"Just thinking about swallowing your cum makes me wet. I'm dying to have a taste of it..."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
A groan escapes me, and I see her shudder at the sound of my groan.
The sight is humbling and terrifying, and it drives me mad when I think about how not once - not fucking once - has this beautiful girl tried to hide how much she wants me.
I want to ask my Madeleine what I've done to deserve someone like her, and I want to know so that I'll make sure to keep doing it. But just when I'm about to speak, I feel her slim fingers tighten around my cock—-
Ah, fuck.
To hell with talking.
The way her amber eyes are now cloudy with desire tells me she's just panting to have my cock in her mouth, and of-fucking-course I want that, too.
I see her body tremble wildly when I start stroking her hair, and her face becomes a picture of fear and helpless arousal when she feels my grip suddenly tighten.
"You look like you're about to cry," I purr.
"And you," she says shakily, "look like you enjoy seeing me this way."
"I do," I say without hesitation, and the words have her whimpering.