“What’s wrong, Mr. GQ? Never had your cock sucked before?” He freezes at the nickname I’d given him in my head, but I ignore it, quirking a brow sarcastically instead. I hope my actions come across as confident and flirty, and not at all desperate.
Slowly, I unbuckle his belt, watching as his eyes somehow grow darker than their natural shade.
“Funny.” He scoffs, but his scoff turns into a loud moan when I unzip his pants, and pull out his cock, leaving me no choice but to hold it between both of my hands.
How is this man real?
Stroking the length of him in my palms, I slowly lick the head as he rests comfortably on his elbows, eyes wide, watching me like his life depends on it. Like he’s never seen anything like it before. Gripping my fingers around the base, I wrap my lips around the tip, steadying myself on my knees before sliding his cock down the back of my throat as far as it’ll allow.
“Fuckme, Snow.” I don’t think he’s asking for me to actually fuck him. Not yet, at least, anyway. It’s more of a statement of how my lips feel around him, and damn, it makes me feel good watching a man like him come undone for a woman like me.
His hands grip my ponytail, attempting to control the movement of my bobbing head, but I move myself to the side, pulling my mouth off his cock. “Let me control this,” I tell him, and he sighs, laying flat on the bed, feigning defeat.
Snickering, I do exactly what I told him I would.
I control the situation as if I know what the hell I’m doing, licking and sucking the tip and down his length, refusing to gag on it and give him a big head.
He’s already arrogant. He doesn’t need the sound of me choking on the size of his cock to add fuel to his over-inflated ego fire.
“Fuck, Snow. Your mouth feels…” His next words are inaudible, but I pay them no mind, determined to—“Up here. Now. Sit on my face,” he commands me.
I mumble the word ‘no’ with my mouth a little too full to speak.
“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.”
Slipping my mouth off his cock, I look up the length of his body. “I’m too…” I shake my head to rid the thought from mymind, and instead say, “I’ll suffocate you.” I stare at him in silence, disbelief washing the smug expression clean off his face.
“And if you do, put it on my gravestone, ‘Suffocated while eating pussy,’” he mocks, his hands fanning out in front of us, and I can’t stop the laugh that erupts from inside of me. “A man could only be so lucky.” He licks his lips.
Sitting up, his back now hunched over and leaning closer to me, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, looking deep into my soft, blue eyes with his dark ones, and says, “Are you going to sit on my face, or am I going to have to fuck you so hard that you’re begging to feel my tongue against your clit, Snow? I can’t say I mind either way, but I know what I would prefer right now.”
I swallow hard, grateful he can only make out my silhouette and not the expression on my face. Because that alone would be a dead giveaway that he’s stirring something inside of me, I’m not sure how to combat.
“I—” I pause with that thought. No man has ever left me speechless, yet somehow, he’s done so tonight on more than one occasion. It’s as concerning as it is exciting.
“That’s what I thought. Up. Face.Now.” His words are firm, his eyes boring into the depths of my soul, and I want so badly to refuse, but I can’t. I need to let myself experience this for the first time, and no matter how hard the self-conscious girl inside of me tries to plead with me, to tell me how bad of an idea this is, I decide to do it, anyway.
I’m tired of listening to the devil on my shoulder, so I listen to the one seated naked in front of me instead.
I’m never going to see this man again, so even if it ends terribly, I won’t have the constant reminder.
Unless you break his neck.
Shoving the thought away, I watch as he slides his body to the top of the bed, and I crawl toward him, thanking past Jenna forchoosing to wear lingerie tonight and not Spanx or high-waisted granny panties that could probably have belonged to Dorothy.
“Are you sure?” I ask him, because if I sense any sort of hesitation at all, I’m running as fast as I can out that door, and never speaking a word of this again.
“I’m so fucking sure.” Gripping my ass cheeks in his hands, he lifts my body with ease, placing my pussy directly onto his face, but I involuntarily move my body from an outright sitting position to a hover. He grunts in disapproval. “When I say ‘sit’, Snow, I mean fucking sit.”
Looping his biceps around my thighs, he tugs my body back down firmly onto his face, sliding my thong to the side, and my entire body shudders on top of him, hips bucking unwillingly. Fighting the urge to ride his tongue until I lose all self control, I lift myself slightly above his mouth, hoping he can breathe, yet so desperately needing to feel his tongue against me.
“Fuck.” I hiss, holding the headboard for leverage, and he groans, licking and sucking my pussy feverishly. I’ve never been tasted like this before. “Please don’t stop,” I beg him. I’ve nevereverbeen one to beg, but this feeling is something I will happily plead for. One I will crave until it takes over every part of me, and I’m suddenly running for dear life, sprinting to the edge of oblivion. The orgasm sneaks up on me so quick, I barely have time to register it before I freefall over the edge, and into the most powerful sensation I’ve ever felt.
He mumbles something I can’t decipher, his lips vibrating against the most sensitive part of me. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s given me my first release of the night when he’s barely really even tried.
This orgasm came easily because the experience is new, I try to convince myself, but I feel like a fool knowing just how wrong I am, and how right this feels.
Slowly, his arms release my thighs, fingertips tracing the length of them, working their way up to the place I need them most. He sucks his finger, his dark eyes lift to mine, and he slides the tip of a finger inside of me. I gasp for air, clawing at his head, his chest, his arms; anywhere I can dig my nails into. “God fucking dammit, I’m going to come again,” I warn him.
