Unfortunately, I'd seen some nasty dicks in my life both in person and onscreen. Peens that couldn't spell proportionate if they tried; thin, short and thick, crooked, super veiny: there were a million varieties that could constitute my interpretation of an ugly dick.
This one...
Would it be too forward for me to immediately put his balls in my mouth? Even his nicely trimmed sack was nice and virile looking.
I said a silent prayer to whatever holy spirit was watching over me that while Tristan was far better endowed than any other man I'd ever been with, he was not an Calum Burro. My poor vag knew it was in a world of trouble already by his length and girth.
A warm hand cupped my chin, bringing my focus back to that chiseled jaw I was enraptured with. Dark green eyes gazed at me from across the mere feet that separated us. "What are you doing?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"What I want," I told him, my voice sounding way huskier than normal as I pulled his boxers down his long legs and tossed them onto the floor.
He sucked in a breath and brushed his thumb across my lower lip through heavy eyes. "Fuck Kat," he murmured when I slipped my tongue out to lick the pad of his finger.
In a second, his thumb was delving into my mouth by the corner and I was sucking it in. His hips twitched, making his long cock bob in the air. I may have drooled just a little at the sight. The next thing I knew, I was sitting back on my knees and licking him with all the experience I had gained as a kid when I was obsessed with lollipops. I sucked him down as far as I could over and over again, gagging every so often and not giving half a shit when it happened.
Tristan panted. He moaned. He groaned. His hips bucked with a lack of control I'd never seen from him. Those eyes stayed on my mouth and my tugging hand constantly as his left hand gripped the comforter.
"Fuck... oh shit..." he grunted out. "Baby, you're so... fuck... oh my fuck... good at...come here..." His free right hand beckoned me to him.
Not wanting to break our contact, I kept my right hand wrapped around his length. I slipped over him, stroking and tugging at his wet, hard flesh until I was on his right side, hovering over his face.
Vibrant eyes gazed up at me before his hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me down to his lips, kissing me so deeply I completely forgot what my hand was supposed to be doing. His hot tongue stroked mine, over and over again while I tightened my grip and pumped faster.
"Why are you so... oh.... I'm gonna fucking..." he cried out, bucking those slim hips in the air in time with my hand.
"In my mouth?" I whispered against his ear.
His eyes flickered over to mine for the briefest moment in time before he yelled, "Fuck!"
Muscular arms dropped to the sides resembling a frozen snow angel. His broad chest heaved as he calmed down and my pumping slowed as I tried to ease him out of his orgasm. I smiled, kissed his bottom lip, and jumped off the bed to wash my hands, and then grab a towel to wipe off his splattered abs. When I got back into the room, he was in the same position he'd been in before I left, but as I approached the bed I found that he was grinning with his eyes closed. I cleaned off the ridges of his abs and dropped the hand towel on the floor.
I couldn't help but glance at his semi-boner in the process. Even half flaccid it was impressive.
"Stop looking at me," he muttered, opening one apple green eye.
I snorted, thinking that he, the now retired porn star, wanted me to stop looking at his peen. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me down to lay next to him. His dry, warm lips kissed my hair, temple, and cheek. When he scooted down to nuzzle my neck, his hot breath made me break out in goosebumps.
"I knew it," he whispered and mouthed against my skin. "So much better with you."
My insides melted a little.
Chapter 51
"A little lower."
"Right there?"
"Oooh, oh yeah, right there."
"You're so—"
"Oh shit, just a little more."
"You want more?"
"Yes."
"Kat—"
