“Stray, you don’t have to?—”
“Killer, Iwantto. I wanted to that afternoon you got off in front of me. I need to know how you feel in my mouth.”
…who am I right now?
Certainly not the Jhene Prince who flinches when a man touches her elbow and who’s imagined retreating to some cottage in the forest to live as a recluse, away from civilization (once I rescued Eva).
But the desire that burns straight through me only grows hotter. It makes me crave Killian in ways I’ve assumed I’d never crave a man.
I really do want him in my mouth. I want himeverywhere.
My hand wraps around his erect dick, and I start stroking him like I’ve learned. Little does he know I’ve paid attention to what he prefers; how he likes to be touched.
His eyes snap shut and he groans in approval. He swallows tightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“Goddamn it… Jhene… oh fuck!” he grunts out despite himself.
His hips buck on their own accord, and a slow smile comes to my face. I peer up at him and watch the pleasure unfold before me.
A powerful man like Killian rendered helpless as I pleasure him. As my hand slides along his shaft and then squeezes at the head.
When I feel like I’ve worked up enough courage, I bow my head and take him into my mouth. His whole body goes rigid. His hand falls to the back of my head, though he doesn’t force me down further.
He’s in shock feeling the wet heat of my mouth and how I flick my tongue to his thick, veiny shaft. I don’t exactly know what I’m doing, but I play it by his reactions.
…which seem to signal he approves of almost anything I do.
Flick of my tongue? A grunt from him. Sucking at his head? Fingers tangling in my curls. Adding motion by bobbing my head up and down? His hips answer with more uncontrolled bucking.
I develop a routine of sucking on his dick and massaging his balls.
His fingers dig deeper into my curls, and he releases a string of profanities. They rumble from his chest between the thick grunts he lets out and serve to empower me more.
I take as much of him into my mouth as possible—which is difficult considering Killian’s giant and my mouth’s pretty small—but as he reaches the back of my throat, I gag on him.
It seems to feel even better for him as my throat muscles contract against his dick and stimulate the sensitive nerve endings in the shaft.
I do it again a few more times, pulling myself back up and then sliding my mouth down the length of him. The back of my throat protests, reflexes kicking in. But I keep going, loving how his dick twitches in pleasure.
The more worked up he becomes, the faster I go. I pick up the pace, bobbing up and down and sucking and licking in between.
Finally, he can’t seem to hold on another second. His breath comes in ragged pants as his hips jerk against me, and then he unloads.
His hot cum spills into my mouth, and I swallow as much of it as I can, taking in the light salty taste of him. He releases another string of curse words as he does, his grip tight in my curls.
My pulse thrums from how exhilarating it is. Pleasuring this powerful man and making him quake in his seat, all because I sucked him off the right way.
It turns me on even more than I already was. A reward in and of itself.
Seconds go by before Killian regains some sense about him. He grabs both of my arms by the elbow and hauls me back up like I weigh five pounds. Setting me down in his lap, he crushes his lips to mine, uncaring that I’ve got his seed on my tongue.
We return to our earlier heavy kisses, the film on the movie screen long forgotten.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters.
I smile a little. “But it would be worth it, right?”
We leave the theater holding hands, our playful mood lingering in the air.
