I’m not ashamed that I’ve dreamed of pleasuring him with my mouth many a night.
“You’re going to pull out my cock and suck it like the pretty little whore you are for me until I’m coming down your throat.”
Ignoring the sharp and wicked ache in my belly, I snap, “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He smirks. “You loved it last time.”
“N-no, I didn’t.”
“Don’t lie. I felt the wet proof of it on my dick.” Softening his gaze, he murmurs, “You were upset about how I treated you after, not because I called and fucked you like one. You enjoy being my sexual plaything, Ari. Being a wanton little girl who gets off on being called names. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Maybe I did enjoy it, but the way I felt horrible for the rest of the week isn’t something I’m willing to feel again.”
“It was all my fault, angel. I handled it terribly and shouldn’t have pushed you away. I’m sorry.”
“Why did you?” He hesitates to confess. “Tell me, Nathan.”
“You made me feel too much.” I frown, making him sigh. “You were the first woman I slept with after four years, Ari. I was thrown back into a position I never wanted to be in again and reacted before I could think better.”
I freeze, feeling the rug pull out from beneath me.
Celibate for four years?That’s the entire length of his fake relationship with Iris! Why do I get the horrible feeling it was real for him from the start? Did he hold hope that it would become the same for her?
Why does that makemychest hurt?
A teasing caress along my jaw pulls me out of my reverie. I peer up at Nathan as he promises, “Trust me to never make you feel that way again. I’ll never play games with you outside of the bedroom. If you truly don’t enjoy something I say or do to you, tell me and I’ll stop right then.”
Once I made up my mind that I’ll proposition Nathan, one of the things I wanted was to explore the kinks I suddenly can’t stop fantasizing about. I’ve never been with a man who’s dominant in the bedroom. Or hooked up in a public space. Sex with Aryan was always in the privacy of our bedroom.
I thought sex with my ex-fiancé was great.
Until Nathan came into my life and showed me what mind-blowing and unforgettable fucking feels like.
Deep in my bones, I know no other man will ever come close.
“Okay,” I tell him. “I trust you.”
The switch in him happens in the blink of an eye. Removing his hands from my breasts, he presses his palms flat on either side of my head and cages me in. “Kneel. Don’t make me wait.”
His husky voice sends ripples of tingles down my spine.
I fall to my knees, uncaring if I scrape them on the ground. If I seem too eager to give him a blow job as I reach for his belt buckle. Unbuckling it, I pull the slim leather out of the loops, unbutton his pants, and unzip him. His fitted black boxers come into view, stretching obscenely over his intimidating bulge.
There’s a wet spot where he’s leaking precum.
“Lick it,” he orders from above, noticing my salivating expression. The hand cupping my jaw shifts to the back of my head, adding light pressure.
I lower my head, only for him to growl, “Eyes on me, angel. I want to see the look on my gorgeous whore’s face as she tastes me.”
Neither of us looks away or blinks as I lean forward and lick along his rigid cock pushing against his boxers. He twitches as I close my lips around the crown through the material and suck until more precum soaks my tongue.
It’s not enough.
I want to taste his hardness without a barrier.
“Like this?” I tease, pulling back.
He goes feral, growling, “Get my cock out.”
