It might be how much bigger he is than me.
It might be the fact that his eyes, the desire so clearly drawn on his features, leaves no room for a single shred of insecurity. That look on his face encourages me to let loose. Go hog fucking wild.
Nothing to hold back when it’s two creatures that like all the same filthy things.
I’m done waiting. I need to see it.
Stepping forward, I grab hold of his shorts, fingers slipping beneath the waistband, inside the band of his underwear, and I pull them both down.
I’m met with resistance from his cock as I try to navigate the material over the protrusion, but it bounces free, bobbing in the cool air, and I gasp as I drop to my knees, pulling his shorts all the way off as I kneel, ready to pray at this altar for one glorious night.
Something on the underside of his thick head catches in the dim light of the antique chandelier above, and my breath hitches when my eyes and consciousness work together to register what it is.
“You’re pierced,” I breathe out the words, stating the obvious.
He nods from his height above me. “You ever sucked a pierced cock before?”
Shaking my head, I swallow, imagining what it’ll feel like. In my mouth, and in the rest of me. My walls clench around the emptiness that he should be filling, and I hum at the thought.
His lips pull up, but it just makes him look fiercer tonight. He looks like a warrior. Tanned, battle-scarred, and covered in the stories that tell the tales from his tougher days. Six five is tall anyday, but when I’m on my knees at his feet, and he’s completely naked, cock standing proud above me, I feel tiny for possibly the first time in my life.
One rough hand cradles my face for just a beat. “You’ll do so good at it,bella. Now show me how deep you can take me.”
Head tilted back to look up at him, I nod at him, sticking my tongue out, ready for my reward. Rising up as tall as I can go on my knees, I lean forward until the flat of my tongue cradles the underside of his cock, relishing in the feel of his piercing, and the vein running the length of him.
My eyes flutter shut, and I close my mouth around his head with a moan, ready for this reward of mine.
Instead, I’m abruptly pulled off of him with a “Fuck.”
The confusion swims in my head when I’m already this dizzy and lightheaded from desire. Too much of my blood has gone south, my brain needs time to catch up.
It takes a second to open my eyes and register what’s happening, but when I do, I feel his massive hands on my hips, hoisting me in the air as he throws himself back on the bed, situating me on top of him.
He’s got me sprawled along his stomach, knees spread on either side of his head, and I barely catch myself with my arms extended before I faceplant with a face full of his dick.
“Use me,” he says, voice thick and full of gravel. It sounds more like begging. “Ride my face like your favorite toy, little liar. Make my mouth your chair and fucking use me.”
The thrill of want that shoots through my core and deep into my belly could buckle my knees if I were standing, but I’m pretty sure it just makes me wetter, spread around him the way I am.
Looking back, I see his strong nose is just inches from my center. If he just leaned forward the tiniest bit, he could tongue fuck me until I screamed. If I lowered myself, I could do just what he’s asking me to.
“I thought your dick was supposed to be my reward?” I ask, teasing in my words.
“It is,” he growls, impatience clear in the tone, and that glare he directs at me. “This pussy is purely for my enjoyment. Now let me see that pretty red lipstick smeared around the base of my cock,bella.”
Clearly through with waiting, Wilder launches himself up, burying his face in areas few men have. It’s filthy, uninhibited, and the most freeing feeling I’ve ever had.
His hands come down around my ass, spreading my cheeks as he takes a deep lick from one end all the way to the other, getting everywhere he can reach with that insanely talented tongue.
A deep moan rises in me, rumbling my chest, telling me my concentration on my mission is going to be at risk here, but Alexis Weiss isn’t a fucking quitter.
Surging forward, I stuff my mouth full of him, groaning when I get my first real taste.
My eyes land on the inkwork stretched across his built thighs, intricate designs, smaller pieces, some bold, some faint, all in black and gray ink. The muscles beneath his skin flex as my tongue hits his flesh, causing the artwork to ripple as I lower myself, taking more of him down, stretching my mouth out to ready for more of him, doing my best to breathe through my nose as I sink down.
Muffled noises from between my thighs reverberate against me and I flush at the feel of them. It’s like a little reward every time I see a tendon around his hip twitch, timing matching perfectly with swirls of my tongue, pulls of my mouth, or dips of my head into his lap.
His hands yank at my hips, pulling me down onto his face, and I give in, lowering slowly until I feel my weight resting onhis five o’clock shadow, scraping my intimate skin in a way that sends a flutter of pleasure through the deepest parts of me.
