Page 40 of Revenge and Honor


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He gently lowered me to the floor again then stood, reaching for his pants. But before he could put them on, I knelt in front of him and reached for his hand.

He looked down at me, his eyes darkened with desire. “Need something?”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock. “Yeah. I need to take care of this.”

His eyes gleamed, a spark of mischief lighting them up as he tossed his pants aside without a second thought and said, “Amen to that!”

This was only the second time I’d ever done this. The first didn’t really count.Frank had finished the moment I took him into my mouth. Barely two sucks in and it was over. But with Carlo… Yeah, this was going to be different.

I tried to remember the tricks Jill had taught me. She’d walked me through every move, like an instructor. Back then, it had grossed me out. But now I could’ve kissed her for it. I licked the tip of his cock slowly, letting my eyes find his.

He was watching me, but his expression said he wasn’t expecting much. Good. Let him underestimate me. He was about to learn.

I gave him a sultry look, gripped his ass with both hands, and took him all the way into my mouth. His reaction was instant. A loud, guttural moan, raw and real. I closed my lips around him, sucking hard as I pushed deeper, until the head bumped against the back of my throat. Then I slid one hand down, cupped his balls, and started massaging gently.

That did it. He groaned, deep and rough. “Jesus Christ, woman… where the hell have you been hiding?”

Then he grabbed my head, holding it still as he started thrusting into my mouth with wild intensity. My lips went numb, but I was loving every second of watching him lose control. His thrusts grew harder, more erratic, and the sound he made, deep and primal, told me he was close. He pulled out in time, and his release spilled across my face.

Oh my God. This was new.

Without thinking, I wiped some off, brought it to my lips, and licked it slowly while I was looking at him. Lust had completely taken over.

From where I was kneeling, the view was pure sin. His biceps bulged, veins snaking up beneath the skin like ropes pulled taut. His shoulders were massive, cut from stone, and the rise and fall of his chest was wild, erratic with every breath he dragged in.

Sweat glistened along the ridge of his pecs, trickling down between the hard lines of his abs, catching in the deep curve above his waistband. His lips were parted, head tilted back slightly, throat exposed. His Adam’s apple bobbing with every guttural sound he made. He looked savage. Raw. Unmade by what I’d done to him.

And God… he was hot.

A few seconds later, he looked down at me with a suspicious expression. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

I shrugged, a little smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

His eyes narrowed. “You didn’t mention that when I asked you before.”

“Because Frank doesn’t really count. It took five seconds, and he was done.”

He reached down and brushed his fingers across my lips. My swollen, well-used lips. “From now on, you’re not allowed to see any other cock but mine. Got it?”

He was a possessive bastard. And I was absolutely crazy about it. I laughed and collapsed onto the floor. He sat down beside me, gently tugging his shirt out from under my back.

As he slipped it on and started buttoning it up, he asked, “So that loser taught you how to be this good at it?”

“No, it wasn’t him.”

He shot me a wide-eyed look. Jealousy was thick in his voice. “You just told me there was only one cock!”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “Frank was the only one who made it to the final round, but I practiced with Jill so I wouldn’t fall behind.”

His brows pulled together. “What kind of practice?”

I shot a quick glance at his cock, still huge, then gave him a seductive smile.

Realization hit him, and he laughed. “So you learned how to suck a man dry from another girl? Damn. Jill must be one hell of a woman.”

I laughed, smacking his chest lightly. “Hey, you have to admit, I was a good student.”

He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Oh, I admitted it, alright. Some of my ‘admission’ is still on your face.”