37. Baxter

CHAPTER 37

BAXTER

My throat goes instantly thick and gummy the second her words hit me. They whistle into my ear like a siren's song, and I'm powerless against them.

I do try.

I lean back, look at her face. I take in her little nod and the gleam in her eyes.

And then my mouth starts working with a force I have no control over.

"Baxter says kiss me," I croak.

She lurches for my mouth, holding my face and kissing me deep, sucking my tongue between her lips while I fist her pajamas and resist the urge to tear them off her body.

Her lips continue to massacre and delight me, peppering my jawline before sucking my earlobe then nipping my neck.

"What's next, Bax? Tell me what you want," she breathes against my skin.

"Um… Baxter says take your clothes off."

She leans back, grinning at me and sliding off my knee. When I said it, I thought she might just undress like a normal person, but she's giving me a little dance, seductively taking off cartoon pajamas like a professional stripper.

Holy shit.

My cock is straining against my pants, begging for release.

I try to ignore the sensation, drinking in her lithe body and soft curves as she sways before me. Her hips are full and beautiful. I want to grab them again, run my fingers around those perfect ass cheeks, and hold her against me.

"C'mere." I beckon her with my finger once she's fully naked.

"Uh-uh." She shakes her head with a soft giggle. "Baxter didn't say."

My lips twitch, and I growl, "Baxter says get your ass over here."

She laughs. "Oooo. I like this Baxter." She wiggles her eyebrows, sashaying over to me. "What else does he want me to do?"

It's hard to breathe when she's this sexy. It's hard to speak. To think. All I can do is touch her, palming her ass and pulling her between my legs.

She lets out a soft squeak, which turns into a groan when I suck her nipple into my mouth. My tongue lavishes her until her legs are practically buckling. Holding her up, I work my way to her other breast, not wanting it to feel left out.

Gripping my shoulders, she whimpers, murmuring, "I want you naked too."

"Baxter says undress me."

She obeys instantly, tugging on my shirt and whipping it off, throwing it over her shoulder, then dropping to her knees between my thighs. The sound of my belt unbuckling and my zipper coming down has never been sweeter.

Lifting my hips, I help her tug my pants and boxers off. She throws them aside but stays on her knees, staring at my cock like it's beautiful or fascinating.

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before looking up at me with those big brown eyes.

She's waiting for another command. She wants this game to continue.

I know what I want to ask. I'm curious. I've never felt it before.

But what if she doesn't want to?

"Say it," she whispers before looking at my hard cock like she's hungry for it.

"Uh…" I clear my throat. "Baxter says… suck my cock?" I wince, feeling crass.

But she just licks her lips, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and kissing the tip. I flinch because it feels like nothing I've experienced before, and when her mouth wraps around my head and she sucks me in, I swear I've entered a different universe.

"Oh shit." I fist the duvet, barely able to breath as she sucks me off.

It's fucking fantastic, the sensation enough to make me want to blow. But I fight it. Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and drown in this awesomeness.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. If this kills me, I'll die the happiest human on the planet, I swear.

She stops sucking, obviously catching her breath, then licks my shaft like a popsicle before taking me into her mouth again.

Her fingers lightly cup my balls, setting off different pleasure sensors which make my heart take off. My chest is heaving as I cradle the back of her hair, lightly threading my fingers into her thick locks.

Shit, I'm gonna come.

I'm gonna blow right in her mouth.

I don't want that.

"Stop," I rasp.

She keeps going.

"Baxter says stop." My voice rises with urgency.

She pulls away, looking up at me with her glossy lips. "What? What does Baxter want now?"

My lips curl into a tender smile as I brush my thumb across her cheek. "Baxter wants to bury his cock in your perfect pussy."