His Call (Call #2.5)(18)
Author: Emma Hart

My lips curve into a smirk, and I watch her put the shoes on. “And I love how you’re always so willing to fulfill them.”

Dayton walks to me, temptation embodied, and her own lips, which are coated in red, mirror mine. “Always, as long as you never ask me nicely.”

Her hands rest on my shoulders, and I grasp her waist. I tug her harshly to me so that she falls to her knees on the bed. Given that her ass is touching her heels and I’m kneeling up, her head is tilted back slightly so she can look up at me.

I love seeing her on her knees. There’s only one thing wrong with this—and if she doesn’t want to be asked nicely, I’m happy to oblige. More than f**king happy to.

I bend my face to hers and kiss her harshly. “Get off this bed and go to the window.”

She does as I say without another word. Without her usual sass or snark. I follow her to the large bay window and unbuckle my pants. Her tongue flicks across her lips, her eyes following the movement of my fingers, and I grow even harder.

I slide my boxer briefs and pants down in one swift movement and sit on the seat beneath the window. I motion for her to come over, and when she’s standing in front of me, I reach up and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. She bends forward, bringing her face to mine, her breathing erratic.

“Get on your knees.”

I ease her down, my hand still curved around her neck, and she looks at me expectantly. She knows what I’m going to say—that is evident by the naughty yet wanting spark in her eyes—but she wants to hear the words.

She loves words. I’ve noticed that. If I tried hard enough, I could probably bring her to orgasm with them alone.

“Now,” I say slowly, grasping her wrist and bringing her hand to my dick. “Wrap those pretty little lips around my c**k and suck me until your throat is raw.”

Her lips quirk before she wraps her fingers around me and opens her mouth. I close my eyes at the first flick of her tongue across my head. She closes her lips around me and draws me into her mouth in one long suck.

She works me easily yet intensely, her hand twisting in time with the bobbing of her head as she takes me ever deeper into her throat. My hand makes its way into her hair and fists the silky locks. My other hand stays firmly clenched around the edge of the seat, letting her keep to her own rhythm and pace.

And f**k. This woman can tease my c**k into rock. She runs her tongue up the length of my shaft and looks up. I meet her eyes and groan loudly. Her red lips around my dick truly is my favorite sight.

When I feel as if I can take no more of the sweet heat of her mouth around me, I pull her head back and her to a standing position.

For the first time since seeing it, I berate this outfit. The coverage of it means there’s a small strip of skin above the tiny panty line stretching over her hips, and I have to dip my head to kiss her there. I palm her tight ass with one hand to hold her to me and massage one of her tits with the other. My lips brush over her exposed skin, and I hear her sigh.

“Wet, baby?” I ask against her. My fingers creep over her ass and slip between her legs. It answers my question. Yes, she’s wet. She has f**king soaked this excuse for a pair of panties. “These are coming off.”

I tug them down her legs and she steps out of them. She rakes her fingers through her hair, and I look up at her, dipping the tip of my finger inside her pu**y. Her legs twitch as she opens them slightly, and I stand.

We spin at my insistence, and I bring her hands to the buttons on my shirt. She undoes them one by one and slides the light material down my arms.

I brush my thumb across her cheek, down her neck, across the curve of her tits… “Get on your knees.”

“Again?” she quips.

“Smartass.” I grab her shoulders, turn her so she’s facing the window, and bring my mouth to her ear. “Get on your knees and rest your elbows on that seat.”

Her chest hitches just before she moves. But she does.

“Open your legs.”

Her ass jerks as she slides her knees across the carpet. “Like this?” she asks almost breathlessly.

I kneel behind her and spread her ass cheeks with my hands, my eyes falling on her glistening cunt. “Yes. Just like that, baby.”

I flick my tongue against her folds without a warning. She tastes so f**king sweet. A long, low moan escapes her lips when I lick a slow path from her ass**le to her clit, putting pressure on that swollen, tender bundle of nerves.

“Like that?” I ask against her.

“Mhmm,” she moans back, arching her back so her ass tilts up and I have even easier access to her pu**y.

I lick her harder, delighting in every whimper and moan that comes from her mouth and every writhe and wriggle of her hips. I circle her clit firmly, and when her cries escalate, signaling her impending orgasm, I stop.

“What—”

I push my c**k inside her before she can finish her sentence, and she throws her head back. She mumbles something unintelligible.

“How long were you wearing this before I returned?” I question, holding myself deep inside her. “Answer, Dayton.”

“I changed when you left.”

“So two hours?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

I slowly ease out of her and slide my hand up her back to her hair. Soft. Silky. Perfect for wrapping my fingers in and tugging on.

Her head arches back when I do just that.

“Two hours in this sexy-as-fuck outfit and you didn’t tell me.” I tsk, continuing my slow, easy thrusts into her. “I should carry on f**king you like this to punish you for that.”

“Punish me? Oh!”

“Yes. For wearing this and not telling me. I know you hate it slow. You like it hard and fast, don’t you, baby?”

She clenches her hands into fists. “No. Hate it hard.”

I flatten my hand against her stomach and lean against her back. I nip her shoulder with my teeth. “You’re a dirty liar, Ms. Black.”

“Would you like me to beg for it hard and fast, Mr. Stone? Would that make up for not telling you about this little red number?”

“No. Convince me you hate it hard and I might just be persuaded.” I twist her head to the side and pull out of her, leaving only the head of my c**k buried inside her hot, wet pu**y.

“Worst thing ever. Not great at all. I much prefer it slow. Mhmm.”

I thrust into her quickly and I’m rewarded by a high-pitched squeak from her lips. “Oh, yes. I can hear how much you despise it when I f**k you hard.”