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“I’m going to cherish you, London. Give you the motherfucking world on a silver platter if that’s what you wish for.” His fingers thread through my hair, pushing the long strands back off my face before wrapping it around his fist. A tug has me hovering over his cock. “Now kiss it. Show your appreciation.”
My tongue darts out, swiping over the slit before I lay tiny kisses from tip to base. “Show me how to please you.”
“Open your mouth, baby.” It’s a hiss, his fingers tightening their hold as I follow the instructions, sliding his length through my parted lips. “Damn, you look beautiful like this. Worshipping my cock with those plump lips like the good little slut I knew you could be.”
His words should offend me, but they don’t. I enjoy them. Let them travel across my senses as this part of me I didn’t know comes alive. Thrives beneath his touch.
“More,” I say around his shaft, pressing my tongue against him before taking the tip between my lips and sucking. His hips buck before he pulls all the way out. He holds me above him, hard eyes on mine as a whine leaves the back of my throat. “Don’t stop.”
“Beg me,” he growls, fingers tightening, and the stinging bite settles on my clit. “Beg me to suck my cock.”
“Please let me suck your cock, Mr. Asher.”
“Motherfuck.” Slowly, he lowers my mouth down his shaft, rubbing the underside on my tongue as I hollow my cheeks. It throbs, his pre-come coating my lips when he pulls me up and off, rubbing himself over my lips with each pump of his hips.
I lick them. His taste off them. “More.”
“My naughty little girl,” he grits out, pushing in deeper, and my first instinct is to pull back. I gag as he touches the back of my throat, but his hold keeps me in place. “Relax, sweetheart, and breathe through your nose. Yeah…just like that…fuck.”
He thrusts his hips a few times and stops, pulling me off so I can catch my breath. “Ready?” he asks.
I nod, not entirely sure what he means, before he guides me down again and I take him between my lips. The thickness of his cock makes me ache with the desire—with the need to feel him filling me, and my thighs rub together in search of the friction I crave.
“Let’s see how much you can take.” I barely get in a deep breath before his hips flex up and both hands push on the back of my head. The moment I begin to gag again, he holds me still, instead, giving short little thrusts into my mouth. “Swallow.” It’s a difficult task, one that earns me a deep groan before he begins pushing again. “I’ll get this mouth trained. One day you’ll take it all.”
I gag again and attempt to breathe through my nose, and he pulls me off, leaving a string of spit connecting my lips to his cock. Once I get control of my breathing, he repeats, sliding to the back of my throat and holding me there as I acclimate to the sensation.
This time, when he thrusts up, I don’t gag. Knowing what to expect calms me, and I look at him from beneath my lashes. Four quick pumps and I’m moaning around him, sliding my teeth over his skin on each exit.
“Fuck, Twirl,” he groans before letting go of my hair, arms stretching out. “So wet and hot. That mouth is the definition of sin.”
I pull back and take in a deep breath. “Did I pass, Mr. Asher?”
“You did, and you’ve earned a reward. One that you will swallow all of.”
“Yes, sir.” It’s a whimper. A plea. I ache for him.
“How wet are you?”
I bite down on my bottom lip as I nod, my hand slipping between my thighs. I let out a shaky moan as my fingers swipe across my swollen clit. “Soaking and needy.”
“Show me.” Gathering up some of the wetness, I pull my fingers up to show them glistening. He grabs my wrist and pulls my fingers to his lips, his tongue lapping up the juice before sucking them into his mouth. “So juicy.”
“Please.”
“Rub that pretty little kitty while sucking my cock, London. Make me come.” I love the commanding tone, crave it, and obey, because it’s something I want just as much as he needs.
I wrap my hand around the base and take him into my mouth again. This time there’s no instruction, no guidance. He wants to see how badly I want it, and I’m about to show him. Instinct and desire mingle and intensify, and I find myself moving up and down his length, sucking and lavishing the hard flesh with my tongue. “That’s it, beautiful. Take me deeper, Twirl…let me fuck that mouth.”
In that moment I realize another truth. There is nothing sexier than a man’s moan. His pleading for your touch.
Taking him all the way back, I fight the urge to pull off and breathe through my nose. “Mmm,” I hum and then rake my teeth down his length. The muscles of his abs contract and he throws his head back, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip.
It’s that sight right there that brings my hand back between my thighs, and I rub myself while working my mouth up and down his length at a rapid pace. I’m so close, thighs trembling. All I need is a little more to find my own release when he breaks me.
“Don’t fucking move, and swallow every drop,” Malcolm all but snarls, lip curling just a bit, and I pause. Follow his instruction and suck, hollowing my cheeks as the first stream of come coats my tongue. As the second follows, my own orgasm tears through me and I tremble, riding my fingers as he gives me every last drop.
When he’s done, I lick him clean and lay my head on his thigh. My jaw hurts a bit and my body still tingles, but that is an experience I want to do again. And again.
