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Hmm, and there were so many fun things she could do to him while on her knees…
“Pizza is ordered. They promised delivery within a half hour.” He smiled at her and patted his flat, tantalizing stomach. “I’m starved.”
So was she but not for food. He tempted her just standing there, his hair a mess, dark stubble shadowing his face. He crossed his arms in front of his broad chest, drawing her gaze there, and she drank him in, actually licked her lips.
He was good enough to eat. Only minutes ago, she’d had her hands and lips all over him, clutching him to her, feeling his body tense and shake with his orgasm as he hovered over her. Already she wanted him again.
“Get over here,” she murmured, yanking the sheets back and patting the spot next to her. She’d held the sheet up over her breasts but now she let it fall, revealing her upper body to him.
His eyes heated with interest, he stalked toward the bed, his hands going for the waistband of his jeans. She stopped him, pressed her hand over his as he stood by the edge of the bed. With a smile, she removed his hands from his jeans. “Let me.”
She heard his shuddering sigh as his hands dropped to hang by his sides. Spreading open his fly even more, she touched him there, skimmed her index finger along the line of silky black hair. His skin was firm, hot and she noticed the telltale expansion in his jeans.
Just as eager to have her again, she supposed. Oh, how she was going to enjoy this.
Curling her fingers into his jeans, she yanked them past his hips, down his thighs. He kicked them off with hurried, efficient movements, not wasting a second and her smile grew at his eagerness.
His cock stood erect in front of her, a drop of pre-come pearling at the tip. She drew her finger along the bulbous head, smearing the creamy liquid before she brought her finger to her mouth.
“Ah, Jesus,” he groaned, and she glanced up to find him watching her, his eyes heavy lidded with desire, his mouth, his jaw drawn tight. She sucked her finger deeper into her mouth, sampling his essence, loving his taste.
She wanted more.
Her fingers curled about his thick length, testing it. Velvety skin covered flesh hard as steel, and she reveled in the contrasts, stroking him slowly. His hips thrust in a subtle gesture, asking for more and she stroked him firmly, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.
Brett’s breathing grew ragged, louder with her every caress. She swirled her thumb over the head of his cock, her movements becoming rapid until she finally bent closer and licked the very tip of him.
His tortured moan from above urged her on, and she licked him again, as if he were some sort of treat. Lapping her tongue about the head, down the length of him and then back up again, she traced the distended veins, licked beneath the flared head of his cock. He was delicious, the taste of him drove her crazy, made her pussy clamp with wet need. Finally unable to continue the exquisite torture, she wrapped her fingers about the base of him and drew him into her mouth.
She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling about his length. Relaxing her throat until he very nearly bumped the back of it. He groaned, and she answered in kind, murmuring about his cock, knowing that the vibrations of her voice reverberated along it.
Strong fingers slid into her hair, clasping about her head in a firm, commanding grip. Brett pumped himself in and out of her mouth, fucking her, and she encouraged it, her gaze lifting to meet his.
Sweat coated his handsome face, the tension that appeared there making him look fierce, almost animal-like. Her hand dropped to cup his balls, manipulating them between her fingers, and his lids flickered for the briefest moment.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he growled, encouraging her to continue.
Had she ever enjoyed giving a blow job as much as this one she gave to Brett? The pleasure she derived from his pleasure, the way he looked, how much power she held in this act, it thrilled her. Sent a shower of fiery tingles straight to her core.
Jenna continued her ministrations, never letting up, wanting to drive him toward his orgasm with her every down stroke. His movements became faster, sloppier and she knew he was close, could tell by the way his body tensed.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned as if she might want to pull away.
No chance did she want to do that. She encouraged him with a little nod and a whimper, her mouth too full of cock to say anything and he threw his head back, the thick muscles in his neck strained in stark relief.
And then she felt it, the first spurt of semen hitting the back of her throat. An agonized cry ripped from his gut as he pumped deep, his come filling her mouth. She swallowed him, moaned as she drank from him and his hands gentled in her hair str
oking over her head with obvious approval.
“That was incredible,” he finally said, his voice hoarse and the slightest bit shaky.
She withdrew from him, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before smiling at him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
He laughed, the sound making something unfamiliar curl in the pit of her stomach, in the depths of her heart. “I think maybe it’s your turn.”
“Do we have time?” Get over the serious stuff. Concentrate on the gorgeous man and the promises he’s making you.
His dark brows furrowed. “Time?”
