Page 73 of Twisted Truth

Her hands slide up my thighs and fasten on my hips as her lips hover an inch over the head of my cock. Her breath caresses the tip, and I hiss, overly sensitive already, and she hasn’t even begun. She moves one hand from my hips, and with a feather light touch, runs her fingernail up the shaft of my cock and over the head. Fuck. She swirls her finger through my pre-cum, spreading it along the tip.

She moves her finger to her mouth and delicately licks it. I almost come right then and fucking there. Then she puts her finger in her mouth and sucks it before slowly dragging it out, licking her lips as she finishes.

“You’re pretty delicious yourself, Mr. Langford,” she says, in a low voice.

Mother fucking hell.

Her eyes give me one last look full of wicked, teasing desire before her full, pouty lips spread over the tip of my cock. I lift my fist to my mouth and bite down to keep my groan of pleasure to an acceptable volume. Her mouth slides down my shaft and then back up it, slowly, leisurely, as if she’s exploring. It’s all I can do to hold still and not start fucking her mouth with a vengeance.

She stays slow with that beautiful, talented mouth, caressing my cock as she drags her tongue up the entire back of the shaft, then she lightly runs her teeth over the head before dipping her tongue into the small slit. Her hand cups my balls, kneading them gently, and I groan too loud. She’s not just sucking my cock, she’s worshiping it. Holy Mother of God.

When she’s done with her perfect, delicious exploration, she changes tactics. She moves one hand to the base of my cock and wraps her mouth along the rest of me, working them both in tandem. Her pace picks up, as does her pressure, and then I can’t take it anymore. I move my hips in time with her, trying to hold back how hard I thrust, not wanting to choke her.

After a moment of sheer fucking ecstasy, her mouth leaves my cock, and my head snaps up. The loss of her feels like a punch to the face, and I splutter incoherently.Is she okay?I want to ask her, but my voice is lost somewhere in my throat.

She reaches down, grabbing both of my hands, and pulls me up to a sitting position. “I think your body wants you to stand up,” she says, that wicked smirk back. “I can tell you’re fighting what you really want.”

Still holding my hands, she scoots off the bed then pulls me after her, until we’re both standing next to the bed.

“And what is it that I want?” I say hoarsely, finally finding my voice.

“To fuck my mouth.”

I’m speechless again. God damn.

She lowers herself to her knees, and fuck me, the sight of her naked, on her knees before me is almost too much. She looks up at me as she runs her hands up my thighs. “Don’t hold back. If we only get this night, take what you want.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

Now it’s my fists threaded through her hair as she works me with her hand and mouth, almost covering all of my length, and taking me deep. Her other hand holds onto my hip, with her nails digging in. I’ll probably have marks after this. I can’t fucking wait to see them. I thrust my hips, fucking her mouth just like she said, just like I wanted to do while I was lying on the bed. Our speed increases, and the intensity of it has me practically seeing stars.

“I’m about to come,” I say, frantic after a moment. “If you don’t want . . . ah . . . let go now if you don’t?—”

Her grip on my hip only tightens, and she keeps my cock in her mouth as I come harder than I think I’ve ever come before.

“Fuck! Ella!” I shout holding onto her head and trying not to lose my balance as my mind and body are wracked with euphoric pleasure that is almost an out-of-body experience. She drinks me down as I slightly sway, hunched over her, and it takes me a second to get my feet back under me. I stand up straight and step back.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ve had my share of blow jobs, probably too many to admit—it’s easy when you’re a man like me, but I’ve never had one like that. Never have I almost lost myself in the moment like that, with so much pleasure it almost overwhelmed my mind and body.

She sits back on her heels and looks up at me as she wipes cum and saliva from the corner of her mouth. I stare down at her, mesmerized. And I want to berate myself for it, but the sight of her on her knees before me, her skin shining dully inthe New York City lights filtering in behind the sheer curtains, hits me again, making me purr with satisfaction. I don’t know if I’ve seen anything more beautiful.

I hold out my hands for her, and as she takes them, I pull her up so that she’s standing in front of me.

“That was . . .” I take a breath, not sure what to say. “I’ve never. . . . You are amazing, Ella.”

I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her. She burrows into my chest, sliding her hands around to my back. We hold onto one another for a moment, chests rising and falling, hearts pounding, and I realize I don’t want to let her go. I don’t want to send her on her way like I have with so many other women so many other times. And I’m suddenly glad for Matthew’s directives. I’ll have a good excuse to keep Ella here with me, at least for tonight.

“Should we get cleaned up?” I say after a moment, breaking the spell.

Ella answers with a nod and hum.

I reach down for her hand and pull her after me toward the bathroom. I flip on the lights, and we both flinch and cover our eyes at the sudden brightness.

“Hang on,” I say, flipping the switches back down, plunging us back into darkness. I reach for the last switch on the plate and flip that one. Low lights below the vanity and up at the corner where the wall and ceiling meet turn on. Now the bathroom is lit enough to see in, but it’s a soft, more ambient light instead of the bright overhead one.

“Much better,” she says.

I grab two towels off a shelf next to my shower and toss one to Ella. She wraps it around herself while I head into the shower and turn on the faucet. While the shower heats up, I open a couple of drawers in the vanity, searching.