Page 108 of Four Promises to Love

He yanked off his nightshirt with an impatience that thrilled her. She adored his lanky virility, his lean lines accentuated by wiry bulges of muscle and a light furring of hair. His hair waved over his eyes, which were bright with lust and love. Even his cock was both torrid and tender. His shaft was hard and bulging with veins, yet the head wept a silky tear. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she wrapped her hand around his thick rod.

“That’s much better,” she said. “I like having you entirely in my hands.”

“You stroke my cock so well, Finn. Be a good girl and play with my stones, too.”

Truth be told, Finn had never been a good girl. Never aspired to be one. Yet for some reason, his filthy command—and the casually dominant way he issued it—aroused her. In this moment, she wanted to be good for him.

“Like this?”

She cupped his sac, fondling the velvety weights.

“Just so,” he approved. “Now frig me harder.”

She pumped him with eager strokes, adding a squeeze at the tip that wrung another pearly drop. The feel of him in her hand, slippery and hard, made her nipples tingle. She wanted to feel him everywhere. Bending her head, she tried to take him into her mouth—and was stunned when he stopped her.

“Did I say you could suck my cock?” he inquired.

His lordly manner was new. She didn’t know what game they were playing, but she liked it.

“No.” Impulsively, she added, “You did not, my lord.”

“Some proper respect at last. Very well, you shall have a reward. Put your hands on my thighs and keep them there.”

At his imperious command, heat trickled between her legs. Did she wish to yield to him? Of their own accord, her hands let go of his male equipment and moved to his hard thighs.

“You are so sweet when you surrender to me,” he murmured.

“Don’t get too used to it,” she muttered.

“Still have a saucy mouth, I see.” His eyes had a wicked gleam. “I shall find a better use for it. Open for me, love.”

The way he took himself in hand, tapping his blunt tip against her lips, made her feverish. She did as he asked, and he thrust inside with a ferocity that stole her breath. Literally—for there was hardly room for air with his meaty shaft filling her mouth. He gave her no measure, and she liked that he understood her so well. She’d never been one to back down from a challenge. Stretching her lips around his girth, she took as much of him as she could.

“You enjoy sucking my prick, don’t you?” he rasped.

She nodded. When he gripped her scalp, the bite of pain made her pussy flutter. He shoved deeper, and she found a way to accommodate. When he withdrew, she wanted him back. The primal act of giving pleasure became her focus. She wanted to be filled by him, used by him, loved by him. She lost herself in the bliss of giving herself wholly to her lover. All her worries, schemes, and fears faded, and she floated in joyful freedom.

Fixing his gaze on hers, he plunged all the way in. He cupped her cheek, his eyes glittering as he felt himself moving inside her. The gesture was proprietary, and with him, she liked it. She wanted to belong to him and only him.

“My beautiful Finn,” he said huskily.

In answer, she hollowed her cheeks, and he grunted, bucking his hips. She felt him slide deeper, toward the back of her mouth. When her reflexes tried to prevent his incursion, she managed to quell them, letting him in.

“Hell’s teeth, your throat is so sweet.” His voice was thick with pleasure. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to last much longer.”

She wanted him to spend. To come apart because of her. Sliding her hands to his arse, she clutched those taut hills, urging him on.

He growled with approval. “Greedy wench. Hungry for more cock, are you?”

She hummed around his plunging shaft, and that seemed to unravel the last of his control. He drove himself deeper, and she worshipped him, showing him with action what she yearned to put into words. His chest heaved as he took what she freely offered, his stones slapping lewdly against her chin. Suddenly, he tensed—then rocked forward on his toes. He roared, his essence jetting against her tongue, his salty musk inundating her senses. He finished with shuddering thrusts, his creamy abundance overflowing her lips.

Panting, he pulled free. He swiped his thumb over her chin, wiping away his seed.

“Was that too much?” he murmured.

She gazed at his still-turgid cock. “I was hoping it was just the beginning.”

He laughed. “Christ, I love you.”