I refused to think of anything but setting him free.
Hoping he’d find a little of that freedom in me.
Even if it was only for a few stolen moments.
But God, I was unprepared. Just an unsuspecting, naïve fool when his thick cock bobbed out in front of me, level with my eyes.
Engorged and hard.
As big and ruggedly beautiful as the rest of him, the fat head already dripping with his need.
A flood of desire rushed me, and my stomach twisted into a thousand knots. It incited an ache in the deepest part of me. My core was a ball of fire. Heat spreading fast and throbbing between my thighs.
I pressed them together as if it might offer relief, my mouth dry, my heart thrashing against its boundaries.
Racing ahead of me as if it already knew our destination.
Those big hands were suddenly on the sides of my head. He forced me to look up at him. Hunger glinted in his eyes, a dangerous cocktail of sorrow and need and restraint.
That mesmerizing sage deepened to steel. It was when I knew he’d taken another turn.
All needy, dominant man.
“Is this what you really want? You want me to fuck that sweet mouth?”
I shivered with the promise of his words. Again caught off guard by this man who’d left me on unstable ground.
“I just want to make you feel good,” I whispered.
He was so hard. Every inch of him. From the clench of his jaw to the ripple of his stomach to his length that protruded and dipped and bounced in front of me.
The tip barely grazed my lips. My tongue flicked out and swept across the velvet flesh.
Rex hissed. “Fuck...Rynna. I can’t fucking do this. This is wrong. So fucking wrong.”
But instead of pushing me away, he tugged me closer. A raw groan escaped him when I wrapped both my hands around him at the base and sucked his crown into my mouth.
He rasped a curse and rocked forward. Control slipping. Control I somehow knew he used as a defense. As a way to keep everyone at arm’s length.
My tongue pressed at the underside of his cock, and I pulled him deeper.
Drawing him in.
Slowly.
Just as slowly as I began to work him with my hands.
And maybe I should have known I was in trouble when I began to shake. When the entire room spun at the feel of him. At the impact of him.
At the way I completely succumbed when he muttered, “That mouth,” as he hooked his fingertips below my jaw, drawing my eyes up to meet his.
His thumbs brushed the curve of my cheeks before he moved them to the edge of my lips. His eyes flashed with something tender. Soft and gentle.
Before something else entirely took them over. Something raw. Possessive. Intense.
His hips began to snap, jutting forward. He pressed himself deeper into my mouth. Filling me so full I struggled not to gag. So turned on I writhed where I knelt on the floor. The man so powerful I had to surrender.
“God...Ryn...Ryn...feels so good. Fuck...so good. That mouth.”
