Only you | Derek Morgan

So pretty when you beg me

D E R E K ' S P O V

I love being in control in the bedroom and it's not often I give it up, but occasionally I let Layla be in control for a while.

Tonight is one of those times and it won't last long, so you best believe Layla is enjoying every second of it.

Now standing before me, slow and stealthy, she shimmies out of her shorts and pulls of her shirt, letting the fabric pool on the floor. My eyes hood as they drag over her soft curves, hard nipples poking through her bra and the scrap of lace barely covering between her legs.

I see her naked everyday, but my girl never fails to spike my heart rate every single time.

While I'm still admiring her, Layla crawls onto my lap and laces her hands behind my neck when she brings my mouth to hers. Rough and hard, she kisses me exactly how she rolls her hips, grinding down on where I'm rock solid between her thighs.

Our lips only separate when she pulls off my shirt. I try to kiss her again but Layla turns my face away to bring her lips to my jaw, descending down to the base of my throat. With soft lips and gentle nips of her teeth, she knows just how to get me going.

My back falls into the mattress when she pushes against my shoulders and Layla's hands roam the hard ridges of my chest with her lips following suit as she gets off the bed, sinking to her knees between my legs.

Layla continues her slow descent of her lips, and my stomach clenches the closer she gets to the waistline of my pants. I'm breathing heavily in anticipation while her hands work the buckle on my belt and she undoes the zipper that was threatening to burst at the seam.

My dick is rock solid, laying flat against my stomach, begging to be touched. Beads of precum gather at the tip, and Layla's hand moves to my pulsing cock, and gives it a soft squeeze, relishing in the low groan I let out. As always, her touch sends goosebumps along my skin while I will myself to not buck into her hand. Her thumb swipes over the slit on the tip of my cock, using the precum as a lubricant as she start moving her hand back and forth on me. Up. Slowly. Down. Slowly. Back up. Even slower.

My hand slips through her hair, pulling her head taut. Layla looks up at me through her lashes to see that dominance I relinquished seeping through. "Don't tease me."

To my surprise, Layla matches my expression. "Don't tell me what to do."

That's my girl. I try to hid my proud smirk. But regardless, she's going to pay for that one later.

With one hand wrapped around the base, Layla dips her head and circles her tongue around the tip and my head drops back when she takes me into her wet, warm mouth, inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck," I murmur softly underneath my breath because I can't help it. Not only does it feel so fucking good already, but I can't get over how pretty she looks as she takes me into her mouth, big glossy eyes watching me as my cock disappears past her plump lips.

I push up onto my elbows, keeping my hand gripping her hair to keep it out of her face because I'm not missing a second of this. She gives it to me just how I like it. It's sloppy, her eyes are watery staring up at me, pumping me with her hands, taking all of me down her throat, occasionally pulling it out to spit on it or slap it against her tongue and I can't do anything but moan her name and give her praises.