The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2)(98)

He liked that invitation, but he didn’t take it.

He went up, taking her mouth, kissing her deep, before he pulled away, took his feet and got rid of his jeans.

He wanted to jack his cock, seeing her spread out for him, her hair everywhere, her arms over a head that was up, her gaze hungry and roaming over his chest down to his dick.

So he did and made her watch.

“Can I move?” she asked breathily.

“No,” he answered.

“Ugh,” she grunted, her eyes now glued to his dick.

He grinned, tortured her a little while then stopped stroking and moved back into the bed, covering her and kissing her, trailing a hand up her arm, to her wrist, her hand . . . then he pulled it down to her hip, over, and in.

With two of his fingers guiding two of hers, he slid them inside.

She sucked hard at his tongue.

He drew it away, ran it along her lower lip, and gently thrusting with both their fingers, ordered, “Keep them there,” before he pulled his out.

“Toby,” she breathed, face flushed, eyelids heavy.

“You hot?” he asked unnecessarily.

He saw it in her eyes.

He also felt it with her wet.

“Yeah,” she answered.

He took hold of his cock and rubbed the head against her clit.

Her neck arced.

“Hotter?” he pushed.

She righted her head and her fiery eyes caught his with difficulty, her hips moving to press against his touch. “Yeah, baby. Don’t stop.”

He stopped.

“Baby,” she begged.

“Is she mine?” he asked.

“Oh God,” she moaned, rocking desperately against the head of his dick.

“Is she mine, Adeline?”

“Yes, Toby. Yes.”

He moved up over her, positioned, his neck bowed, and with his hand he skimmed the head of his cock across her lips as he watched.

The tip of her tongue appeared.

He put pressure on, her lips opened, and she took him.

Christ, Addie’s mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, moving, watching his cock sink into her mouth, and again, again, again, her cheeks sculpting in, her suction forcing him from slow to faster and faster.

Yeah.

She was his.

When her other hand went from above her head to his back, her nails scoring down his spine and digging into his ass, Toby looked beyond Addie taking his face fucking to see her hips writhing.

“You at your clit?” he asked gruffly.

She nodded, still sucking.

He pulled out, moved down, grasped hold, rolled over, and tugged her on his face.

She bore down like a champ.

He gave up her reward and ate her.

Yeah.

He liked her taste too.

She leaned back, planting both hands in his abs and rode his face.

“God, God, God, God,” she chanted, rocking against him.

Using her hips, he pulsed her into his mouth, and when the noises she was making made his throbbing cock start to twitch, his heavy balls draw up, and he knew she was almost there, he yanked her off.

She landed on her back.

He covered her, opened her legs with his hands at the backs of her thighs and drove in.

Her mouth, awesome.

Addie’s pussy, fucking heaven.

He’d been right.

She was there.

He knew this when she instantly rounded him with her limbs, arched into his body, fisted her hands in his hair and cried out with her orgasm.

Fuck yeah, she was his.

“Is she mine?” he asked.

“She’s yours,” she panted.

“Look at me.”

“Tobe,” she pleaded, her pussy clamped around his dick, her fingers tugging his hair, her body lurching with his thrusts.

“Look at me, Adeline.”

She forced her gaze to him.

“Is she mine?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Good.” He put his lips to hers. “Because he’s hers.”

“Tobias,” she whispered.

He kissed her.

The second he tasted her, Toby blew up her pussy and groaned down her throat.

Right.

Heaven.

He wasn’t even down yet when he put his mouth to her ear. “I wanna take your ass.”

“You got lube, it’s yours.”

Yeah it was.

“Want my cum down your throat, in your cunt, up your ass.”

She held him tight. “Whenever you want, that’s yours.”

“This bracelet, I wanna know where you got it. You need one too.”

“I’ll show you tomorrow.”

“I love you, Addie.”

“I love you too, Toby.”

He pulled out.

She gasped.

She did it again when he angled off, rolled her to her belly, nabbed the handcuffs that were still on the bed and dragged her around, capturing her wrists and cuffing her to the iron headboard.

“Oh shit,” she whispered, head back, staring at her restrained wrists.

He settled with his body on her back, weight in a forearm, beard to her neck, lips to her ear.

“She’s mine,” he whispered.

She turned her head, caught his eyes. “I get my turn.”

He grinned at her. “We’ll see.”