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He moves forward and kisses me full on the mouth.
And now I know exactly how they feel.
Amazing.
They feel fecking amazing!
His thick lips, surrounded by that sexy, scratchy, stubble, are the softest lips I’ve ever kissed. They part and my tongue slips in eagerly, ready to explore every crevice of his mouth. I can taste the tart-sweetness of the tequila with just a hint of something a little spicier. It is a potent mixture and, as his tongue finds mine, we tussle, duelling and twirling, fighting for domination as we explore each other’s mouths. Heat swirls through my body, igniting an exquisite ache that takes over, waves of lust pulse through my body in an urgent desire, begging to be quenched.
I want him. I want to feel his soft lips and spikey stubble all over my body. I need his teeth to demolish my now rock-hard nipples that are demanding to be sucked, and I crave his mouth anywhere he wants to put it… anywhere at all.
I gasp at my own sexy thoughts before common sense crashes back into my consciousness.
I can’t do this.
Kaan is a client.
I have a penis embargo.
But mostly my mother would be right. Again!
I pull away. I need to break this connection before I pass out… or lose all my senses and screw him until he begs for mercy. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, Nutmeg.” Kaan’s eyes are feral. It’s such a sexy look that I almost regret breaking our kiss. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me on top of him, our lips desperate to touch again, before whispering, “I’m not.”
Kaan yanks on my hair, tilting my head back and crushes his mouth back down on mine. The sound of his moans sends vibrations through me. This kiss isn’t soft, or gentle; it is a kiss of desire, of raw passion for another person, and I meet his passion with my own. Any common sense I may have possessed seconds ago is tossed aside like my tank top that is now on the floor beside me. I need him. I need him inside me, his cock thrusting into me, harder and harder, until I scream out his name.
I pull at his t-shirt, desperate to see his chiselled chest once more. He breaks away, panting, and rips the t-shirt over his head, while I discard my lounge pants, before locking his lips back on my mouth, where somehow, they seem to belong. My hands find his chest, and I rake my fingers over his pecs, then follow the delicious trail of dark hair that disappears into the waistband of his jeans.
Pushing myself up, I run my hands over his perfectly cut torso and down to his waistband. His breath hitches as I snap the button and yank them down so his Full Monty—huge, swollen, perfect—is now standing at attention, straining for me to handle it. I wrap my fingers around his substantial girth pulsing in my hand and squeeze. Kaan growls into my mouth before breaking our kiss, pulling himself away to look me in the eyes. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Nutmeg.”
None of this is me. Meg Martin doesn’t initiate; Meg Martin waits for an invitation. But Kaan has awoken something primal in me and I don’t think I could shut it off, even if I wanted to.
“I know exactly what I’m doing.”
Kaan cups my breast, his fingers pinch my nipple lightly sending a pulse straight down to my core. Arousal ignites and there is no holding back my moan this time. He traces the outline of my nipple with his tongue while he squeezes my other breast, his thumb and forefinger exerting just the right amount of pressure.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad either, Pretty Boy.”
I drop to the floor in front of him, immediately taking his cock into my mouth. I hold it there, feeling him pulse against my lips. He begins to thrust, but I hold him in place, biting lightly on his glans, causing him to groan loudly. “Yes!”
I run my tongue across his skin, tasting his saltiness where I had been biting moments earlier, but rather than sucking deeply I rain kisses along the undershaft, breathing in his musky scent as I go. I nudge at him with my nose which gives me access to his balls. Full and heavy, I suck his balls into my mouth, one at a time. “Fuck yes,” Kaan lets out a deep moan. “Don’t stop.”
Returning my attention back to his cock, my tongue twirls round and around the head, my teeth grazing across his taut skin before I take him deeply, burying him in the back of my throat. I hold him there, and I wait, knowing it’s taking all his willpower to not blow down my throat. I withdraw before taking him again. His large hands dig into my hair, controlling my movements and I suck deeply, teasing him with my tongue, my teeth and even my own moans, as he slowly thrusts in and out of my mouth. I can taste his pre-come now, his movements are more urgent, and I know he’s about to explode in my mouth. I move with him, taking him deeper until, with one final thrust and a moan that would have woken the whole building, Kaan comes, shooting hot liquid down my throat.
I don’t have time to savour the moment though, because in one swift movement, Kaan pulls me up from my knees and kisses me, his tongue tasting every part of my mouth. Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to my bed. With his mouth still on mine he lays me down gently, sinking down beside me.
He breaks our kiss and growls before his lips clamp down onto my neck. Hard. He’ll probably leave a mark, but I don’t care.
Branded by Kaan.
I turn my neck to allow him to brand me again.
“You like that, baby?” he whispers. “Let’s find out what else you like.”
I moan, embarrassed to admit out loud that I am enjoying the slight pain that he’s inflicting on me. His hands move slowly down my chest, thumbing my erect nipples before leaning in, flicking his tongue over one hard bud before he sucks it between his lips. My hips begin to move, coaxing him to move lower, but he stays attached to my nipple, sucking and tugging while his fingers hold my other nipple firmly. He pinches my nipple and my pussy contracts, tightening, desperate for his attention. “Oh my God, Kaan. Please…”
