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Right there in the middle of his darkening backyard, she closed her hand around his cock and gave a firm stroke.
Curly hissed as he clenched his fists at his side.
Holding him near her lips, she licked a slow circle around the head.
“Fuck,” he ground own, staring down at her. “You want it, don’t you?”
Brooke nodded, letting his dick brush her lips.
“You want my cock in that pretty mouth?” His hand came to her face, where he cupped her jaw.
Another nod. She did want it. So much that her nipples ached, and her panties felt soaked through with arousal while she knelt fully clothed and untouched. This was so different than the last time they’d had sex. She’d been on top, in charge, and so powerful. Now she was on her knees before the man, something she’d have expected to trigger an adverse reaction, but the opposite was true. She still held all the power. As the one in charge of his pleasure, she’d command his every sigh, every grunt, every groan.
And it sent a thrill through her as she’d never experienced.
He tapped the hand around his cock, and she released him, allowing him to grab himself. “Open up, baby. Let me see how gorgeous you with your lips stretched around my cock.”
So slowly he might call her a tease, she let her lower jaw relax. Part of her wanted to keep her eyes on the stiff dick hovering in front of her mouth, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the blaze burning in his blue eyes.
“Suck me, Brooke.” His voice dipped even lower and gruffer than usual. Curly sounded like a man close to the edge. “Show me how much you love that cock.”
Never would she have imagined such filthy words turning her on. But they did. So much that she had to squeeze her legs together or go insane with need. At the same time, she closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked.
Curly jolted as a string of curses left his lips. He grabbed her head but didn’t force himself down her throat. A deeply buried part of her wanted him to, but it’d been so long since she’d given head, she’d probably embarrass herself if she tried to deep throat him right away.
However, this was about trust and demonstrating to him that she trusted him not only when it came to dealing with Prick but with her body. She’d resigned herself to never trusting a man with her heart again, but Curly had proven he wouldn’t harm her body, so she met his gaze and gave a single nod at the same time she rubbed her tongue under the tip of his cock.
“Shit, you’re perfect,” he whispered in a strangled voice. Then he tapped the side of her jaw.
She widened her mouth, and he slid his cock deeper. With a gentleness she wouldn’t have expected of a man who’d lived a life of violence and power, he glided his cock in and out of her mouth. Within a few seconds, she found her rhythm alternating strong suction with teasing licks and flicks of her tongue.
The smooth skin of his erection felt incredible, slipping back and forth across her tongue. She couldn’t believe how hard he was and how he filled her entire mouth. Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth. Each time a salty drop of precum met her tastebuds, every time he cursed and groaned, her desire and pride flared. And when he tightened his grip on her hair and muttered, “fucking heaven,” she almost popped off and begged him to fuck her.
She’d done this. She was the one bringing this strong, dangerous, yet incredible man so much pleasure he was mumbling about heaven. He wanted her, and she fucking loved it.
Rising higher on her knees, she gripped the backs of his thighs and forced his cock deeper into her mouth. After a few small gags, she was able to relax her throat enough to take him to the back.
“Shit, Brooke,” he shouted. Beneath her hands, his leg muscles began to tremble. “Fuck, babe, I can’t hold back.”
“Do it,” she said, around his cock right before he bumped the back of her throat. She curled fingers into his flesh and swallowed.
“Goddammit,” he roared as he flooded her mouth with come. His abdominal muscles flexed hard, rounding his upper body. He held her hair so tight, her scalp ached, and his hips jerked forward in quick little punches. The man had lost control of his body, consumed by what she hoped was a phenomenal orgasm.
As he began to calm, she let his softening cock slip from her lips, but she couldn’t resist one final lick to the crown. He hissed and jolted, which made her smile.
Shyness began to set in, which was ridiculous because he’d made no attempt to hide how much he’d loved what she’d been doing to him.
