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Questions to ponder another time, Chris.
I did make one amendment to my thought, though. It couldn’t just be any woman. This particular woman seemed to bring the natural beauty of cock-mongering to another level. Maybe it was because I knew she was probably going to start the desperate and doomed process of denying any of this ever happened as soon as we were done. By tomorrow, she’d be acting like she could live without doing this again.
It was okay. She could play her side of the game and I’d happily enjoy my side, especially if it was sprinkled with moments like this.
“Why are you smiling? Did I do something wrong?” Belle had her hand around the base of my cock. She was inspecting it like you might survey an obstacle course before taking your first step.
“I was wondering what was going through your head. You look scared of it.”
She gave me an adorable little smile. “Can I be honest about something?”
I thought about it. Personally, I wasn’t a gigantic fan of the idea of taking a break to talk. After all, unless she had a hidden talent for ventriloquy, that meant I’d need to wait longer for her lips to be around my shaft. But I nodded, because even with as much as I wanted to dive into this moment, I found myself worrying about what came next, too.
Strange. I wasn’t usually the type to care about the longevity of a relationship, if that’s what Belle and I even had at this point.
“Go ahead,” I said softly. “Speak your mind into the microphone. I’m listening.”
Belle looked at my cock, which was pointed at her mouth while she gripped it just like a microphone. She snorted, then tapped its swollen head a few times and cleared her throat. “I have a confession.”
“Sexy. Okay.”
“This isn’t the sexy kind. It’s the embarrassing kind.” She took a deep breath, which had the enjoyable side effect of drawing my eyes to her breasts—large, natural, water-dappled, and absolutely perfect, for the record.
“Okay,” she said. “I kind of concocted this whole thing to make this happen. I feel too bad not to admit that before anything possibly goes farther.”
“Possibly? We’re so far past possibly that you’d need to tell me you’re some kind of extra-terrestrial dick-eating creature inside that body. Even then I’m not sure I’d have the self-control to stop.”
She smiled crookedly. “Don’t be so sure. I’m not actually scared of spiders. That one is actually my pet, Leg-olas.”
I stared down at her. “Can I note that the fact you’re still ‘talking into the mic’ is adorable?”
“Does that mean you’re not mad?”
“That you unleashed your pet spider, risked his life and my own just to lure me into your shower because you were horny?” I knelt down, taking her face in mine so I could look her in the eyes. “It’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”
She made a little snorting sound of disbelief. “More like the most pathetic.”
“You keep this up, and I’m not going to want to let you out of this whole fake marriage, even after I get my contract.”
Belle had been smiling, but her expression fell.
“That was a joke,” I said quickly, except I wasn’t entirely sure I was telling the truth.
“Yeah,” she said. “So, um, may I?”
I didn’t think I could think of a single time in my life that a woman had ever asked permission to suck my cock. “Let me just tweak one thing first…”19BelleChris Rose officially made me lose my mind. He took normal, rational, logical Belle and threw it all out the window. Around him, I could be thinking straight one minute and then on my knees with my ass and pussy in his face the next.
Because, yes, that’s where I found myself. “Like this?” I asked. I could’ve dwelled on about a thousand reasons to be self-conscious, and maybe with another guy I would’ve been. Compromising didn’t even begin to describe my position.
Chris had insisted that he couldn’t wait to “taste me,” and showed me how to position myself so we could both go at each other simultaneously. I’d never been with a guy who was even remotely adventurous enough to suggest sixty-nine.
I’d spent the last few minutes getting an up-close and personal view of Chris’ cock. The idea of giving a guy a blowjob had never been really high on my desirability chart, but I was embarrassingly hungry to do it to Chris.
I jolted forward a little when I felt his mouth between my legs. He tugged my hips, forcing me to sink down a little, which let him drive his tongue more firmly against me.
The water was splashing on my shoulder blades and dripping from me to his chiseled body. I had to adjust to the white-hot explosion of pleasure between my legs for a few moments before I remembered I was gripping his cock in my fist.
