I wonder what’ll happen when he actually breaks.
His spit-coated fingers find my cheek again, slapping once before roughly wrapping around my jaw. “Do you want me to put it in your tight pussy like this? Or do you want to soak it first? The choice is up to you, baby, but I’m five seconds from ripping your pants off and fucking you senseless, so you’d better choose fast.”
While I’m ninety-nine percent sure the moisture between my legs is enough to fill a lake, I do want to taste him, to weaken his resolve as much as he does mine.
With slanted eyes and pouty lips, I stick my tongue out, showing that just because I’m doing what he wants right now, I might not later.
He pats my cheek with approval, brushing his thumb back and forth as he inches the tip into my mouth. “See, I knew you could do it. Now, let’s see how far my cock can fit down your throat.”
Holy ever-loving God, this man is a professional at turning me on.
Doing my best to quell my gag reflex does little to help. I fight for my goddamn life not to cough as he thrusts forward, his dick forcing itself deep in my throat.
My eyes water, and with my hands on his thick thighs, I push away instinctually. “Sorry, I just need one second.”
He tips my chin up to look at him as he encourages me. “You can do it.”
Reaching down, he rubs my neck up and down, soothing it, and after a few strokes, I feel more relaxed.
Nodding, I stick my tongue back out and lean forward, readying myself. I want to try again. I want to do a good job. He’s done so much for me and shown me how much I mean to him. I want to do the same.
Slower this time, he eases into my mouth, his hands sliding in my hair as he sinks as deeply as I can take him. His cock cuts off my airway, and I inhale through my nose as he fills my mouth slowly, over and over.
Pulling back, he leans down and kisses the top of my head. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
His restraint lessens with each thrust, and I can feel him start to come undone. A sense of pride blooms in my chest. Seeing him fall apart because of my touch and my tongue is enough for me tonight.
Releasing my hair, he pulls out of my mouth, but I have a primal urge to make this man come right now.
“Don’t stop,” I protest, wrapping my hand around his rock-hard length.
Tenderly, I caress his balls with my other fingers, and his head rolls back.
“Serena, stop. It’stoogood,” he whimpers breathlessly.
Pressing my lips against his tip, I flick my tongue against the slit, and he moans, telling me everything I need to know.
He’s seconds from coming, and he’s only holding back because he doesn’t want tonight to end here. He wants more, and so do I, but tonight won’t be our last encounter.
“Let me take care of you tonight,” I murmur before taking him deeper into my mouth.
He grunts, reaching up and gripping the top of the doorframe to keep himself steady, and fucking hell, there is nothing hotter than nearly bringing a giant man to his knees with pleasure.
His sweatshirt lifts up high, exposing his lower abdomen, and I get a good look at one of his tattoos that wraps around his side. I memorize every beautifully drawn design—my first look beneath his mask.
It’s hard to stay focused on one thing because every inch of him is perfect. His rounded pecs. His rippling abs that taper to his V-line and happy trail, like an arrow that points to his dick.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, and I think that helpless, higher-pitched tone in his voice may be my new favorite sound. “Serena,oh God, you’re gonna make me …”
His cock goes rigid as his breath halts, his orgasm waiting, building, every nerve in his body starting to pulse right beforethis.
Delicious, masculine groans fill the room as he spills into my mouth in pulsing spurts, his dick throbbing as he comes against the back of my throat.
One hand falls to my hair, fisting it tightly, but the pain does little to warn me away. I flick my tongue under the base of his shaft, gently massaging his balls as he continues to spiral.
But eventually, his breathing evens and slows.
Sucking him clean, I release his dick from my mouth and sit back, resting my hands on the rug beneath me aspride blossoms in my chest all over again, warming me to the core in a whole new way.
