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In a situation like this, I never questioned whether I belonged. I loved sucking, giving pleasure, making a man lose his mind with my mouth alone, and sometimes when I did it a subtle suspicion crept in, making me wonder if my skill was because of the hyper-focus that accompanied my condition.
Riley’s fingers tangled in my hair and tugged until I looked up at him. My eyes were shut tight.
“Open your eyes, Faith.”
I obeyed, and straight away, they crashed into his. There was a hint of awe in his expression and it produced a pang of guilt since there was definitely not going to be a repeat performance. He was too different from any other man I’d met and he gave me the impression it would be impossible to keep him under my thumb.
He might run this show, but he’s not running me.
My world suddenly spun, and I desperately worked his cock, pulling at him expertly, a move guaranteed to bring him to his finish.
That’s when he really took control. He drove his dick to the back of my throat and held me there before slowly pulling away and shoving himself in again. He kept up that rhythm, knowing just how much to push me so my eyes watered and there was no question who was in charge.
And I forgot everything there was to think about except for serving him, frantic to make him come so I might taste him.
But it was not to be.
He stepped back, leaving my mouth empty and my pussy weeping.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Stand up,” he demanded, showing me a side of him I’d never seen before.
Up to now, I found him almost too eager to please. Nearly too polite. Treating me as though I were some precious and fragile thing he wished to place on a shelf to admire.
A perfect gentleman. When what I really wanted was this—so much this.
I did what he asked without question, hoping he’d appreciate my obedience and give me what I needed. Namely, his spectacular cock.
His powerful, well-muscled body moved with an effortless grace that caught me off guard, reaching out and undoing the front clasp of my bra so it snapped open to expose my overly plump and suddenly aching breasts. It was a good thing they couldn’t speak, because the stiff nipples would shout, “Suck me! Pull me! Tug me until it hurts!”
It shocked me to realize he held such power over me. I’d do anything he asked, as long as it meant lessening the unbearable tenderness he had caused. Even if it meant I had to beg.
His eyes were riveted to my chest. Like most men, he didn’t seem to care that they were pudgy and too large, a constant source of embarrassment that never allowed me to walk around without a bra like some lucky girls.
“Those, too.” He pointed at my silk undies and I pushed them to my feet, standing naked before him, looking braver than I felt.
The next moment, he had me embraced in his muscular arms, and effortlessly carried me up the stairs. I assumed he performed the same move many times while rescuing people and the image was so hot.
He tossed me onto the bed, surprising me again with his rough treatment, and tugged his clothes off with urgency. The glory of his naked body made me suck in my breath. Truly, it was a crime to cover those powerfully chiseled muscles, his chest as broad as a bale of hay.
My eyes widened in awe as I took in the shape of him, every inch tan and toned from carrying damsels in distress. I’d never seen someone so fit, so male.
Suddenly, he was on top of me, pinning me down with his weight and strength. His forcefulness sent sparks of excitement through my body as he reached between my legs. “You’re so wet, Faith. Let me see if I can’t help you pamper that pretty pussy a little more.”
The immense bulk of him lowered between my legs, and I missed the way his body had caged me in. I reached out, grasping at his hair, silky and thick.
And that’s when he began to use his tongue. Unlike the coarse handling he’d shown me, his tongue landed lightly on my clit, teasing to gauge my response.
I gasped, and fisted his hair, pulling harder to encourage him. His tongue darted around, exploring and pushing me further, before he finally sucked and savored my clit, shoving two large fingers inside to explore, pushing me right up to the brink of orgasm.
He pulled away, and I groaned, frustrated at being so close but not quite there. He chuckled smugly at my dismayed expression. “No need to bare your claws, kitten. I’ll give you what you need.”
I was so wet, so ready to have him fuck me immediately.
His hands spanned my waist, lifting me up and onto his huge, throbbing cock, manhandling and guiding the entirety of my body with his powerful grip. His erection filled every inch of me, the sensation stripping away everything but my need. It was mind-blowing, the way we fit together, and how, even in my slightly buzzed state, I was suddenly alert, aware of every place he touched me inside.
“Oh, God, Riley. If you don’t fuck me now, fuck me hard, I might die.” I couldn’t stop the words from coming, no matter how much I preferred to keep my control. One night with this man and his magical cock would be enough to last a lifetime.
