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“No,” she chuckled, “your words, your words are sexually dirty. I like it.”
“Good, because I have more dirty words to give you later.”
Oh wow.
“Do you want me to start?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably.
“You do not have to do this,” he rumbled.
She glanced at the sweat on his forehead, the tic of muscle in his jaw. Yeah, she did need to do this. “Let me help you.”
“The pain is becoming unbearable,” he hissed. “It is difficult to not touch you.”
She moved off the bench and onto her knees on the ground in front of him. He spread his legs and discarded the Henley that had been hiding his painful erection, and if anything, it was even larger. He held the root and presented it to her, shiny red, thick and intimidating, rising from the nest of his golden-white hair. A drop glistened at the slit at the top, rolling down the smooth skin along the side of the crown. She licked her lips as she wrapped her hand around the velvety shaft, noting her fingers could not touch around this girth, loving his weight in her hand.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Hannah,” he groaned.
Normally she wasn’t so fixated on a man’s cock. She knew they existed and served a purpose out there in real life. Occasionally staring wide-eyed at hard, gorgeous cocks on Tumblr was titillating fun, but her day did not rise and set on any particular penis. They were background noise in her life and nothing more. But damn, she could imagine becoming obsessed with this one. The shape and form were all she’d ever imagined or fantasized about. She found herself possessive about Heriot’s cock immediately, wanting to growl “mine” or something equally as crazy.
As she held his shaft and began to stroke him up and down, nervousness bubbled inside because she had no idea what she was doing, but she didn’t want to admit that to him yet.
“Tell me how you like it,” she said, wanting to make sure this was good for him.
“Harder.”
Harder? Hannah grinned. Oh, she could do harder. She shifted her stance, allowing for more room to concentrate on making this as rough as he liked. She gave him a long, tight pull and moved her arm up and down, quicker.
He groaned.
This was supposed to be a simple hand job, but somewhere along the way Hannah realized she wanted this man’s penis in her mouth, had to taste him. Taste his cum. He just looked…delicious. Not even the angry red of his cock could interfere with this need, it just made her want him more. She watched his veiny shaft, at the way his giant body tensed while she was working him, and she wanted more.
More of him.
“I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth.”
He grunted. “You do not need to do this.”
“I want to.”
His eyes darkened. He reached down and adjusted himself, moving the tip of his cock against her lips. Back and forth, soft and hard at the same time. She opened her mouth to allow him entry and the crown slipped inside.
His musky smell made her thighs tremble. She was so wet and ready, her clit pulsing with her own need for attention.
His hips flexed, giving more of himself to her. She took that first inch, widening her mouth to accept his girth. His hand cupped the back of her neck, keeping her in the game, but not too much. And then he was sliding in and out and she was holding on for dear life, her jaw aching already. And oh hell, it was so hot. As hot as she’d always dreamed something like this would be. And she was so happy she’d waited until she was having this moment at this time, with this man.
She kept the base in her hand, held on to his thigh and closed her eyes, concentrating on the push and slide. On how he was fucking her mouth in the same way she was sure he wanted to fuck her pussy.
“More,” he said, as he gently stroked his knuckles down her cheek.
And she took all that she could, trying not to gag. Since her mouth was full of his cock, she had no choice but to breathe in his scent. Again and again. That addictive scent that was all him. Dark and seductive.
She’d never felt this way about any man before. Never so quickly and so completely. Letting him kiss her and offering herself to him like this. But there was something about him that was just right. She wanted all of that essential maleness inside of her. Wanted to wallow in it and just swim.
“I’m going to mark you,” he gritted.
She glanced up at his face, taking in those harsh features, the tense muscles and the darkened silver eyes. Her body flushed as she imagined what marking her meant. And she wanted that, too. Wanted to feel him inside of her.
Heriot pulled out. “Open. I’m going to fill that mouth up.”
