He took her hand, wrapping her fingers around the thick stalk. He was steel beneath velvet, the contrasting textures intriguing beyond measure. He put his hand over hers, tightening the pressure of her grip, teaching her how to caress him. Her fingers didn’t reach all the way around, so she intuitively added her other hand, and he gave a low, appreciative growl.
“You are doing so well, frigging my cock.” His approval was almost as arousing as holding him, hot and turgid between her palms. “Tell me, what does it feel like?”
“You’re so big and hard.” After a heartbeat, she confessed, “And I feel like a wicked girl for liking it so much.”
He shuddered, a droplet seeping from his tip.
“Look what you’ve done,” he said in a husky voice. “You’ve made me spill a little seed. A quick study, aren’t you, love?”
She looked at him from beneath her lashes, her best try at modesty. “So I’ve been told.”
“Cheeky, too.” His stern glance scattered goose pimples over her skin, and he took his cock from her. The slow, thoughtful pumping of his fist made her pussy flutter. “I believe you require another lesson. Put your hands on my thighs.”
Her palms moist against the hard, hair-dusted muscle, she looked adoringly up at him.
“You are going to learn to suck my cock,” he said. “And there are some things to keep in mind.”
She eyed his member, swaying like a giant branch.
Hmm, like…not choking?
Aloud, she asked, “Such as?”
“Keep your jaw loose. Breathe through your nose since your mouth will be in use. And mind your teeth—that is important.” He raised his brows. “Do you think you can manage all that?”
Was there anything she loved better than a challenge?
At her confident nod, he smiled faintly. Then he brought his cock to her mouth.
“Open,” he said.
She parted her lips, and the proud heat of him slid inside. Even though she was well aware of his size, the feel of him inside her mouth was rather astonishing. His girth stretched her lips, his length an advancing incursion. Her eyes widened at how much more of him there was to accommodate. He wasn’t even halfway in yet…
“Stop thinking so much, sweeting.” He cupped her cheek, his sapphire eyes holding hers. “Trust me to guide you. I won’t hurt you. Ever.”
She knew that, of course. Knew that Ben would take care of her, as he had always done. Remembering that, she relaxed and surrendered into his keeping. His eyes glinted with pleasure as he slid in deeper, his big hand cupping the back of her head. Soon he was thrusting steadily, overwhelming her senses with his maleness. His torso rippled, his features harsh with arousal as he took his pleasure in her.
Eager to serve him, she experimented with her tongue as he plunged between her lips. His groan urged her on, and when she licked the underside of his crown, his thighs turned to steel beneath her palms. His fingers digging into her scalp, he thrust harder, deeper, her pussy fluttering with each pass. All of a sudden, he nudged a place deeper than he’d gone before, and her throat clenched in reflex.
“Devil and damn.”With a groan, he withdrew. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she gasped.
In a smooth motion, he lifted her so that she lay on his bed, her legs dangling off the side. He nudged her thighs apart, standing between them, and she moaned as he fingered her pussy. Her hands twisted the coverlet as he screwed a thick digit into her, the slick sounds bringing a hot flush to her cheeks.
“You’re drenched,” he said through harsh breaths. “You liked sucking my prick, didn’t you?”
She arched her hips for more of his touch. “Yes, sir.”
“You want more of it, don’t you? In here. In this needy little cunny.”
He added another finger, his palm slapping her wet folds.
“Yes, Ben,” she moaned. “Oh, yes.”
“Maybe one day you’ll be ready for it.”
She raised her head, narrowing her eyes at his devilish smile. “I’m ready for itnow.”
