“Lucky for you, I do.” He knocks me onto the bed, and when I look up at him, he wears a rogue smile and nothing else. I don’t even know when he undressed.
The man is built.
His cable-knit sweater hid a body made for sin. I’m going to have to get his personal trainer’s name, because wow. His musculature is elite, deepened by the trimmed layer of dark brown chest hair and a trail leading downward. He’s even got some veining going.Everywhere.
He kneels between my feet at the end of the bed, hands tracing up my legs. He takes his time, alright, moving with the hurriedness of a snail as he comes up the bed between my legs. He leans down, kissing up my thighs as he spreads them wider. “Any reason I shouldn’t taste you?”
“I’m disease-free, if that’s what you me—oh!”
His tongue is on me before I can finish my sentence. FUCK! I dig my heels into the bed, but he easily pulls my legs over his shoulders, so my heels now dig into his back. I can’t help it—when it’s good, my legs go tight.
He growls into my clit, and I’m shaking, gripping the blanket he laid out. He murmurs something I don’t catch.
I pant, “What?”
He looks up, locking eyes with me. “I need to see how good you are at taking my cock, lass.”
“Yes!”
Since my legs are locked on his shoulders, he lifts me up when he kneels again. But he maneuvers until his cock is lined up withme, with most of my weight still on his shoulders at this angle. There is nothing flattering, nothing graceful about this. Then, he wraps an arm around my waist, hoisting me up onto him. He’s on his knees, and my legs are around him now, so I loop my arms around his neck, and we’re eye to eye.
More importantly, his cock is headed exactly where I want it.
He grips my ass and pulls me down his length as he pumps upward, penetrating me all at once. His animal sounds are drowned by my own. So full. I can’t take him all—I was wrong before. There’s still some length to go.
He takes over from there, bouncing me on his cock like he might never stop. He presses his forehead to mine. “You take my cock like such a good girl, Sage. Look down.”
I do. I watch him shuttle in and out of me, and it’s hypnotizing. All that length, all that girth. Mine for a day.
Mine for an orgasm.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I begin to shake on him.
“Oh, you think you’re gonna get to come so soon, love?” he teases. “We can’t have that.” He lifts me off of him, only to flip me onto my hands and knees. “You’ll tell me when you’re close.” Then, he licks me from clit to pussy, and his tongue dives into me there.
I shudder against him, but I’ll never come from it. Still, it feels amazing. And then his fingers join the party at my clit.
That’ll do it.
“Oh God,” I hiss.
His mouth pulls away, but his fingers don’t. “Now, now. You’re to tell me when you’re close?—”
“Now!
His fingers vanish, and I whine instantly without a thought. He laughs, rough and low, and swats my ass. It stings, but I think I like it.
Then, his cock stretches me open again. Deeper this time. I work myself back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I’m so fucking close this time, but I’m not saying shit. He’ll stop.
“You’re shaking, love.”
“Your fault,” I manage to say.
“Then, by all means, let me cure what ails you.” He leans over my back and reaches under me for my wrists, taking them out from under me. I tumble against the pillow as he pins my wrists behind me. He stays inside me the whole time he flattens me to the bed. “There. Now you don’t have to support our weight. Isn’t that better?”
He slides in and out of me a few times before I can answer. Can’t do much of anything but take his cock in this position, and the helplessness is turning me on more than I ever thought it could.
“Yeah,” I hiss.
