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“What do you think you’re doing, lass?” His stomach tightened, and his cock rose to half-mast. Was she really going to do what it looked like?
“Making you feel good—if you’ll let me.” She was asking his permission to suck his dick. Like he’d turn that down when he’d thought of little else.
He sucked in a ragged breath at the challenge in her gaze. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Jasper leaned back, giving her the lead. He wanted this to be her decision. He would not force her, given what her ex had done. But he would not stop her either.
She gave him a small nervous smile, but then dropped her gaze to the crotch of his black basketball shorts and zeroed in on his erection. He was hard enough now he could cut glass with his dick.
Freya slid her palms up his thighs. The sensation of her delicate hands gliding over his body made his dick twitch. She cupped him through his shorts. He expelled all the air in his lungs with a groan.
She rubbed him through his shorts, and he gritted his teeth. The woman was teasing him. He was the Dom and should be directing the action. He’d never given up control to any woman. She didn’t know how lucky—holy god.
She licked him through his shorts, leaving a trail of moisture behind. She smirked up at him before reaching beneath his shorts and circling his dick with her hand.
Jasper dropped his head back as she stroked him a few times before pulling his shorts and boxers down. He lifted his hips to help her out. She drew them all the way off until he sat on the couch in only his shirt.
But he wanted a clear view of her face while she sucked him. He reached over his shoulder and yanked his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the floor, uncaring where it landed. His sole focus was the woman kneeling at his feet. He never thought he’d see this from her. Never believed she would want to suck his cock.
She gripped his shaft, stroking his length in a twisting motion, starting at the tip and dragging her hand down to the base. Like she was learning him.
“Take off your top,” he commanded.
She glanced up, and he sucked in a breath at the blazing inferno of need in her gaze. She was aroused because she was touching him and bringing him pleasure.
Christ almighty! He wanted to lay her down on the couch and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But he waited to see if she complied with his order, testing her willingness to submit.
Freya released his dick and removed her tank top, tossing it in the pile of clothes with his. In the background, the crowd erupted, and the announcers declared a win.
No kidding it was a win.
But he didn’t give a bleeding fuck about the game. His attention was focused on the sex kitten at his feet.
“Now the bra, lass.” It was one of her new ones. He could tell by the quality of the silken material cupping her tits like a bountiful offering.
She reached behind her back and undid the clasp. The straps slackened on her slim shoulders. His mouth watered, hungry to suck on her stiff areolas as her boobs swayed free.
But Freya had other ideas. She rose on her knees and leaned forward over his thighs. The move positioned her mouth near his cock. Gaze trained on her every move, he waited until she circled him with her hand. Then she leaned in and licked him root to tip, her eyes trained on his.
He hissed at the silken feel of her tongue on his dick. Freya circled and teased the crown before dragging her mouth down along the underside of his shaft. His gaze hooded as she reached his ball sac.
He groaned when she sucked one of his testes into her hot little mouth.
Bloody hell, she would unman him in no time. His control slipped like he was a randy teen instead of a Dom with bucketloads of control. She released one ball and moved to the next, sucking on it like it was her favorite treat.
His fingers flexed, aching to take over and direct the scene. But he didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want to give her a single reason to stop.
She released his balls and made her way back up to the tip. Entranced, he watched her lap up the drops of pre-cum from the head before enveloping his crown in her mouth.
“That’s it, lass, suck me,” he encouraged, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as she sucked his length into her mouth.
She opened her throat, pushing past her gag reflex until tears formed along her inky lashes. And in all his days, he’d never witnessed a lovelier sight. She was deep throating him like she was meant for him.
Sure, he’d had a few subbies take him deep, but never all the way in. Granted, he was proportionate and a good solid eight. But Freya drew her mouth back up and down his cock, repeating the move until he groaned and shook, thoroughly her prisoner as she sucked him off.
“That’s it. Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven, lass. Don’t stop.” He dropped his head back and just let himself feel.
Pleasure cascaded through him. He unconsciously began rocking his hips and surging into her mouth. But she was the one in control, not him. And with every stroke of her mouth over his shaft, the further his tether on his control strained. He knew it would snap eventually, and he’d assume command. But until then, he basked in the beauty of her mouth giving him pleasure.
