Page 72 of Offensive Plays
“I’ve just never been treated like you treat me,” I say instead.
His brows furrow, “In what way?”
“Just that…you put my needs before your own. That’s not very common. Least not in the men I’ve known.”
He pauses at that comment, his mouth halting its assault on my body.
He rises and I watch as he towers over me. He’s in nothing but his boxer briefs.
“Are you saying you like the way I worship you, Libby?”
Woah. Worship is… well, “Yeah.” I breathe out.
He puts a hand under my chin and forces me to look at him. “One thing you need to know about me, is that I’ll always put your needs above my own. Sexual or otherwise.”
I can’t do anything but lick my now drying lips. He’s sucked the very air from the room with the look in his eyes. They’re intense and I know in my soul that he’s telling the truth.
“My god, those fucking lips, woman.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, smearing the lipstick I have. “I’ve thought about the way they’d look painting my cock with that beautiful red all fucking night.”
His voice sends shivers down my spine as I close my eyes. He leans in and kisses them.
“Now, get on your knees, Libby. And show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
I’m already salivating at the thought of him sliding his length into me. I slink down in front of him. The soft cushioned floors of his suite make it perfect for kneeling.
I’ll need to get something like this in my next place.
I reach for his black briefs and he grabs both my wrists. I look up at him.
“You said you wouldn’t go to Vegas without stepping onto a stage. But our friend’s forced me onto the stage.”
“Um… yeah… so?”
“So…” he reaches behind him and grabs a remote from the bedside table. He point it to the curtains and opens them up all the way. Exposing us to all the city.
I’m on my knees in front of him. “Paint my cock, Libby. And let all of Vegas watch.”
Ho-ly shit. Michael is… wild.
I slide his boxer briefs down his thick thighs and this time he lets me.
When I slide my hand over his length he lets out a hissing sound. I wet my lips and slowly take him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue and coating him with my saliva as I do. I taste the metal from his rungs against my tongue and the sensation reminds me of what it felt like to have him inside of me.
I’m desperate for him.
“You’re so perfect. Your mouth,” he grabs my jaw and moves me over him. “That perfect mouth. It’s almost as good as being buried inside you, butterfly.”
I close my eyes, taking him all the way in until he hits the back of my throat.
“Libby,” my name escapes his lips again, in that way that sounds like a prayer. And I just want more of him.
I hold the base of him as I take the rest of him into my throat. Pre-cum sliding onto my tongue.
His hand goes to the back of my head and he wraps his hand into my hair, holding it out like a ponytail.
“You’re such a good little slut for me, Libby.”
My nipples harden at his praise. This is exactly what I need. For him to own me.