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He quirks a devilish grin that trips my heart. “Want to do it again?”
My eyes widen and I slam my legs closed. “Are you insane? You’ll wreck me.”
“Count on it, baby.”
I can’t believe after all that, I still have the ability to tingle.
That’s when I drag my eyes down the length of him, my eyes pausing on the bulge. I wet my lips and can’t believe the throaty voice that sounds is mine. “My turn.”
twenty-seven
Wrenlee
Cash’s fingers circle my wrists and stop me before I can tug on the band of his sweats. “Not tonight.”
The sharp stab of rejection has breath stilling in my lungs. “You don’t want me to—”
“Tonight’s about you.”
Is he crazy?“I want to please you.”
“Not tonight, Wrenlee.”
I can’t believe this. He’s actually arguing with me about giving him a blow job, when I can see how much he clearly wants release.
Looking up into his face, there’s an almost pained pinch to his brow, but the determined set of his jaw has me wanting to break him just as he broke me. Toshatter him only to rearrange the pieces before shattering him again. To drive him to the edge of madness.
Still naked, my wrists still bound in the cuff of his hands, I shuffle onto my knees. Wetting my lips in a way I hope is seductive, I breathe, “I want to taste you, Cash. Please.”
“Fuck.” He sucks his teeth, closing his eyes slowly. I feel just the tiniest loosening of his hands around my wrists and feel a thrill spark in my core.
Hesitation born of innocence fills my voice. “I want to see you, Cash. I want to know how you feel in my mouth. I want—”
At my pause, he croaks, “What?”
“I want your hands in my hair.” I blink up at him, aware of how his chest rises and falls unsteadily with every ragged breath. I recall some of the smut scenes in my most favorite books and speak the words that had made me feel so deliciously dirty when I read—the words that made me ache with need. “I want your hands in my hair, gripping, holding me tight. I want to feel the weight of you on my tongue, taste the salt of your cum in the back of my throat. I want to choke on you.”
“Fucking hell, Kitten,” he rasps, fingers pulsing around my wrists as he gazes at me with wonder and—I think a little suspicion with just a dash of surprise and maybe a pinch of confusion. It’s a cocktail I decide I quite like. “You ever give a blow job before?”
I consider lying, because I’m afraid if I say no, he won’t do this with me. But then I’m afraid that if I lie and totally mess up the deliverance, he’ll know I’ve lied. I don’t suspect he’ll be best pleased with me if he finds out.
I shake my head and he closes his eyes again. He looks pained, and it’s alarmingly beautiful.
“You’re sure?” His fingers loosen around my wrists, and I immediately nod, fingertips dipping into the band of his sweats and tugging.
I gasp as the sight of him hits me. He’s impossibly long and impossibly hard. But he’s also thick with bulging veins, the tip an angry shade of red that has my core clenching in response.
Without asking, I take him in my hand, stunned by the girth as I slowly pump my fist over the length of him. The tip is already covered with a bead of precum, but another bead pebbles there as I stroke him and he hisses between his teeth, his hips jerking as I lower to my butt on the bed. Then I lean forward and lick his tip with my tongue, tasting him.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, hips jerking involuntarily again. He’s so close to losing control. So close to snapping. I want to drive him to that edge and watch as the feral beast I know he houses locked inside is set loose on me.
I lick him again and again until his fingers finally dive into my hair. “Last chanceto back out, Kitten.”
I hold his eyes with my own, daring him. “Fuck my mouth, Cash.”
Fire blazes in his eyes as he takes his dick in his big hand, guiding the tip to my lips and pressing inside. He groans as I suck him deep into the back of my throat, swallowing around him only to have him pull back and thrust again.
“Shit, baby, your mouth feels good.” He pumps again and again. Slow and deep until my eyes water. Between my legs, I’m drenched and aching again. “I want you to take me, all of me, baby.” He begins to thrust faster, and a small sound of surprise escapes me as he hits the back of my throat so deep, rooting his tip there as I gag around him. “Relax your throat. Ahh,” he groans a sexy noise. “That’s my girl. Good girl.” My eyes water as one hand comes to his hip to steady myself as I shove the other between my legs in a sorry attempt to release some of the building pressure there.
