Page 50 of The Fool


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A grin on my face that was clearly lecherous, I trailed a finger along the band of his boxer briefs.

My gaze snagged on the tip of his cock that was protruding along his left hip, and I bit my lip as I dragged my finger across the very tip of him.

He cursed, and his abs tensed so hard that my mind immediately went to ‘I want a picture of this very moment’ territory.

He reached up and caught the underside of his headboard with his hands, causing the muscles on his ribs to pop even more, and I broke.

I had to touch him. Lick him. Run my lips and tongue over every inch of his chest.

I straddled his leg with my thighs and started kissing.

I caught one tip of a nipple between my lips and nibbled.

Circling the other with one finger, I gorged myself on him, savoring him in a way I’d never done with any other.

“If you don’t start doing something,” he rasped, sounding hoarse, “then I’m going to have to take over.”

Grinning at him, I ground my wet pussy along his thigh, loving the colorful curse that sprang from his lips.

“Patience,” I ordered. “I’m having fun.”

His eyes gleamed, but I took pity on him anyway, and slowly moved to the middle of this splayed thighs.

He groaned when I hooked my hand into the band of his underwear and pulled them down over his engorged cock.

And boy, was it engorged.

I’d never seen anyone so big before, and it looked so damn angry.

Veins were pulsing, his cock was bouncing with the beat of his heart, and it was so ruddy that it looked like it hurt.

I cupped his balls in my hand and rolled them around my palm, nearly laughing at the way his eyes squeezed shut.

So close, but so far away.

With his eyes closed, I leaned forward and captured the tip with my mouth, causing his hips to nearly shoot off the bed.

His cock went farther down my throat than I’d intended, and I gagged.

“Fuck, fuck. Sorry,” he wheezed. “Goddammit, that was beautiful.”

Taking a note from his book, I choked myself again, this time purposefully. I took him as far down as I could, then more.

I pulled back with another gag, then said through a panting breath, “Push down on my head so I can take more.”

His eyes snapped open, and he growled.

“Are you sure?”

My eyes clearly said I was sure as I held his and went down on him again.

His left hand came free of the headboard, and then he was pushing the back of my head, urging me to take more.

My throat spasmed around his invading cock, and he let me up.

I gasped for breath, then said, “I’m not going to break, Keene.”

That must’ve been all the incentive he needed, because the next time I pushed him into my throat, he made me take more of him. And he held me there for so long that I dug my fingernails into his thigh.

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