But just in case there was any doubt, she put a hand on him.
She stroked him, from the root to the tip, in a long, slow roll. Mouth just kissing him there as she did so, promising exactly what she was about to do. Then before she did it, she just went ahead and told him. “Oh god, I can’t wait to have this gorgeous cock in my mouth.”
And yeah, it made her blush to do it. A million of their arguments immediately tried to skitter through her mind, telling her that she should be humiliated now. But once it was out, it just didn’t feel that way. It didn’t really feel like he was in control at all. Or even that it mattered if he had been.
The only thing that meant anything to her was this bliss.
So she parted her lips. She let them ease around that swollen head. Took as much as she could—which wasn’t a lot, really. He filled her mouth almost immediately. She could barely get past the thick ridge where her hand was still working. And there was hardly any room to slide back and forth in any kind of rhythm.
But he didn’t seem to care at all.
“Ohhhhh fuck,” he groaned. Then even hotter, even sweeter—he forced out some strained words. “That’s so incredible, watching you work me. You like that, huh? You like trying to take my big cock?”
And she couldn’t even be mad about it.
Because he was right. She did like it. She loved it, in fact.
Though it took her second to fully process why. To fully grasp that it wasn’t just the things he was doing, the feel of that heavy cock forcing her mouth open, the hand in her hair, getting real close to urging her into a particular sort of slide over him.
It was all the things hewasn’tdoing.
No choking her. No ramming himself down her throat. No stony silence, as if she were doing everything wrong. Even though he was the kind of man that should be. It wouldn’t have been a shock if he were stoic even during sex. And yeah, in some ways he was.
But not when it came to noticing what she was doing.
Praising it, showing his appreciation. When she rubbed her tongue on the underside of his cock as she sucked him, he told her, “Yeah, just like that, yeah, that’s so fucking amazing.” When she stopped to lick her hand to make her strokes sweeter, he groaned, panted, told her, “Oh, you good little slut.”
Then apologized for calling her a slut.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, that slipped out,” he said.
But even that was exciting. It made her squeeze her thighs together, and it was obvious why. It meant that this wasn’t only a dirty little fuck. It was something else.Something careful, even caring. And that made it easy to reply.
“Do it again,” she whispered. “Call me it again.”
For a second, she even thought he might. That it excited him to hear her say it. He was very hard now, very swollen. Cock swelling and jerking in her fist every five seconds. Pre-come now almost constantly spilling over that already slick head.
So it was a shock when he spoke.
“All right, that’s enough,” he choked out, and for just a second she froze. She thought,Maybe I’ve got this wrong. It’s not affectionate, it’s not enjoyable, he’s had it.But just as she did, he reached down. He got his two big hands right under her arms.
And he heaved her up, right up, and tossed her onto the bed on her back.
She made a sound, it was that sudden and strong and thrilling. Then again, once she realized what he was doing. He went for the shorts she’d fallen asleep in the moment she was sprawled there. Slid them down over her still-flailing legs, like it was nothing at all.
And before she could think about it, he’d spread them. Both thighs pressed to the bed by those big hands. Everything exposed to his gaze, in the lewdest possible way. It made her squirm for a second, half sure she wanted to get away.
Though he knew it.
“Want me to stop?” he said.
And it was all she could do not to screamnot a chance.
“No,” she said instead. “No, god, no.”
“More, then.”
“Uh-huh. Yeah. It’s okay. It’s exciting me.”
