I open my mouth wide and wait.

“Wider, sweetheart.” I can hear a hint of dark humor in his voice.

I force my mouth even wider and feel the blunt head of him caress my lips. My tongue darts out instinctively to taste what he’s offering. A grunt pushes past his lips as my tongue swirls around the head of him.

Then he eases forward and fills my mouth. Every sense is heightened with my vision obstructed, and I soak up every detail I can. The vein that runs along the side of his length. The slightly salty taste at the tip of him, the heavy weight of his balls when my tongue ventures lower.

“Take it, sweetheart. Take me deep.”

I swallow him down, my throat closing around his massive girth, and he grunts. Pride surges through me.

Each time he glides over my lower lip, I’m reminded of where he bit me earlier. It’s swollen and sore, but in the best way possible.

“That’s it,” he says to encourage me, his voice impossibly tight. “A man wants to feel how into it you are. He wants to know you’re enjoying yourself too.”

I am into it, more than I’ve ever been. I think the difference is this dominant man and my need to please him. Unlacing my fingers, I grip his impressive length, stroking as I suck him.

His hands slide through my hair, and he gives a firm tug. The sting of pain is slight and dissipates quickly. “Hands behind your back.”

I pull back and instinctively lift my chin to gaze up at him, even though I can’t see him. “I want to touch you.”

“You are touching me. Your mouth feels incredible, pet.”

I soar at his compliment and place my hands behind me again so I can resume where I left off, my open mouth seeking him in the darkness. His hands on either side of my face guide me forward and his hips begin rocking, pushing his thick cock in and out of my mouth. I am a vessel for his pleasure, and nothing could please me more.

As the intoxicating scent of the burning candle fills the room, I’m consumed by him and by all the sensations. This big man looming over me, my mouth open so wide my jaw aches, and my pussy so wet and greedy, it clenches each time he thrusts forward.

“Stop.” His voice is raw, and he pulls his cock from my mouth with a wet sucking sound. Growling out a curse, he leaves me to wonder what I’ve done wrong. “You lied to me, Brielle.”

He strips off my blindfold and the flicker of candlelight greets me, illuminating the fact that I’m on my knees with him standing over me. His cock stands tall, glistening with my saliva. His body is smooth everywhere, sculpted of rock-hard muscle. This man is built for sex.

“What did I do?” I ask as my brain struggles to comprehend what I’ve lied to him about.

Shit. What have I done?

He grips his cock and squeezes, staring down at me with displeasure. “You led me to believe you weren’t good at sucking cock. And you’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

Pride swells inside me, and I suck my lip into my mouth in an effort to fight off a smile.

“You want to finish me? To feel me lose control in your mouth?” He tilts his head and studies me.

“Yes,” I say confidently, staring straight up at him.

“Bend over. Place your forehead on the carpeting and put that pretty little ass in the air.”

I do as he’s instructed, my body already tingling in anticipation of what’s to come. I am completely exposed, and while normally I’d feel embarrassed and unsure with him, I feel alive.

“Ease your knees apart.”

When I spread my knees apart, I’m completely open for his perusal. I should feel self-conscious, but with my cheek pressed to the floor, I look up and see the longing in his eyes. A hot bolt darts through me. I feel more desirable in this moment than I ever recall feeling before.

“And to think I was going to take it slow with you, ease you into things tonight.” He makes a low tsk-tsking sound under his breath.

Am I being punished? Why does that excite me so much?

“This ass needs to be fucked,” he murmurs, gripping one fleshy cheek before treating it to a sharp swat.

I release a grunt at the unexpected contact.

“Be still. And stay quiet,” he says, his voice devoid of all fun and games.

I wait, my behind on prominent display as I wonder what will happen next.

When he drops to his knees behind me and presses his face between my cheeks, I jump and shout out a little yelp.

He grips my hips. “Quiet. And be still,” he reminds me.

I swallow and ease back into position, feeling his mouth at my core once again. The warmth of his tongue as it sweeps over me, the sharp nip of his teeth raking across my swollen clit—it feels incredible, and his skill at this is enough to make me forget my name. But he doesn’t focus anywhere for long, he licks and caresses me with his tongue, but every time I’m close to the edge, he changes his angle and pressure so I’m left reeling and unsatisfied.

“Please,” I beg, needing a release.

He plunges two fingers deep inside me and focuses all his attention on my oversensitive clit, sending me hurtling toward orgasm in a dizzying rush of excitement.

“Yes, yes,” I beg, right on the edge.

His hand smacks my ass again, a reminder to be quiet for him, but thank God, he doesn’t stop that wicked mouth from devouring me.

My orgasm crashes into me, pulling a low moan from my throat, and my fingers dig into the carpeting, scrambling for purchase.

“That’s it, peach,” he murmurs encouragingly against my backside as he slowly removes his fingers.




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