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don’t gamble.” Normally.
Stroke, stroke. “Let’s bet to see if I
can make you come. In less than five minutes.”
His eyes widened. “Brilliant idea. I’ll
take that bet to win, now begin.” With a growl in his voice he tucked a fist
around her long, blonde hair for grip. Now that he had her head under his
control he pushed his hips forward so his cock grazed her lips.
Sharp fingernails cut into his hips and
she pushed him back, chuckling softly. “What you haven’t realized yet, Ryon, is
that I’m in control here.”
His back snapped straight, though he
didn’t lose his grip in her hair. “That’s a load of lies.”
But she didn’t respond. She did
something far more wicked, and pleasurable, instead.
She opened her sweet mouth and wrapped
her wet, velvety tongue around his cock. Lapped and swirled around his
sensitive tip. Soft lips created a wet cocoon so heavenly—stifling his
meandering thoughts. A low groan escaped him as his breaths charged. Slowly, her
tongue stroked him and her mouth engulfed him, sliding further and further down
his shaft. Taking him all in. Her lips spread wide around his girth. The sight
of her pink lips wrapped around his shaft made his cock twitch with arousal.
This wouldn’t take long. Not that he was
proud of that. He’d been going on nothing but his hand and blue balls for days,
or rather, years, if you counted no sex. He needed this release.
When he praised her tongue skills, she
moaned and cooed some more, vibrating his cock. Wicked. Delicious. His thighs
tensed.
“Nice and slow,” he said, wishing it
could last forever. Wet, suctioning heat sucking him up and down over and
again, was almost too much.
Penelope moaned as he popped free from
her mouth. She ran her hand up his wet shaft, pumping him while her tongue
lapped at his spongy head.
“Suck me. Deep. Don’t stop,” he panted.
Lord, he was going to come. Just a little more…and he’d explode. Hell, he’d
make it up to her later if she but finished him now.
Her mouth swallowed him whole, tongue
slick and stroking. A growl took him as his orgasm neared—hard and ready. He
fell into the rhythm of erotic ecstasy; into age-old, primitive emotions. Using
his grip in her hair and his hips, he began working his cock in and out of her
mouth. He loved watching it disappear then reappear. She let him do it for only
a moments before cutting him with her nails again. A warning.
“Hold on and let me see.” What was the
sound?
Ice filled his veins.
Was that—did he just hear— people on
the other side of the door? Cursing, he tried to remember if he’d thrown the
lock or not.
“Someone’s here,” Penelope whispered.
Fear turned her face pale as a sheet. “You didn’t lock the door at my dressing
room!”
The door handle jiggled. Click. It
wouldn’t turn. The man pounded his fist against the door. “Who’s in there?
Whoever it is you’re not supposed to be in there. I’m getting a key straight
away!”
Shit. Damn. Bloody murder. There weren’t
enough curse words to cover how he felt about this interruption.
“God damnit .”
When she sucked him down the back of her
throat, his vision wavered. She started bobbing up and down, her mouth a hot,
tight vice of suction that was leading him into dangerous territory.
Voice hoarse, he gritted out, “You have
to stop before this becomes a mess for us all. Pen!” He tugged on her hair to
send her a message to pull away, but she only brought her hand into the mix,
stroking his cock in tandem with her mouth sucking on his tip.
His balls tightened into heavy, full
sacks. His manhood pulsed in her mouth. There was stomping out in the hallway
and loud, raised voices. They were coming in here and nothing he could do would
stop that now. Whoever was there was causing quite a raucous over this.
“Pen, they’re coming back,” he warned
her. She did a twirling dance with her tongue and he bit his lip to keep from
groaning aloud. It split and bled at
Stroke, stroke. “Let’s bet to see if I
can make you come. In less than five minutes.”
His eyes widened. “Brilliant idea. I’ll
take that bet to win, now begin.” With a growl in his voice he tucked a fist
around her long, blonde hair for grip. Now that he had her head under his
control he pushed his hips forward so his cock grazed her lips.
Sharp fingernails cut into his hips and
she pushed him back, chuckling softly. “What you haven’t realized yet, Ryon, is
that I’m in control here.”
His back snapped straight, though he
didn’t lose his grip in her hair. “That’s a load of lies.”
But she didn’t respond. She did
something far more wicked, and pleasurable, instead.
She opened her sweet mouth and wrapped
her wet, velvety tongue around his cock. Lapped and swirled around his
sensitive tip. Soft lips created a wet cocoon so heavenly—stifling his
meandering thoughts. A low groan escaped him as his breaths charged. Slowly, her
tongue stroked him and her mouth engulfed him, sliding further and further down
his shaft. Taking him all in. Her lips spread wide around his girth. The sight
of her pink lips wrapped around his shaft made his cock twitch with arousal.
This wouldn’t take long. Not that he was
proud of that. He’d been going on nothing but his hand and blue balls for days,
or rather, years, if you counted no sex. He needed this release.
When he praised her tongue skills, she
moaned and cooed some more, vibrating his cock. Wicked. Delicious. His thighs
tensed.
“Nice and slow,” he said, wishing it
could last forever. Wet, suctioning heat sucking him up and down over and
again, was almost too much.
Penelope moaned as he popped free from
her mouth. She ran her hand up his wet shaft, pumping him while her tongue
lapped at his spongy head.
“Suck me. Deep. Don’t stop,” he panted.
Lord, he was going to come. Just a little more…and he’d explode. Hell, he’d
make it up to her later if she but finished him now.
Her mouth swallowed him whole, tongue
slick and stroking. A growl took him as his orgasm neared—hard and ready. He
fell into the rhythm of erotic ecstasy; into age-old, primitive emotions. Using
his grip in her hair and his hips, he began working his cock in and out of her
mouth. He loved watching it disappear then reappear. She let him do it for only
a moments before cutting him with her nails again. A warning.
“Hold on and let me see.” What was the
sound?
Ice filled his veins.
Was that—did he just hear— people on
the other side of the door? Cursing, he tried to remember if he’d thrown the
lock or not.
“Someone’s here,” Penelope whispered.
Fear turned her face pale as a sheet. “You didn’t lock the door at my dressing
room!”
The door handle jiggled. Click. It
wouldn’t turn. The man pounded his fist against the door. “Who’s in there?
Whoever it is you’re not supposed to be in there. I’m getting a key straight
away!”
Shit. Damn. Bloody murder. There weren’t
enough curse words to cover how he felt about this interruption.
“God damnit .”
When she sucked him down the back of her
throat, his vision wavered. She started bobbing up and down, her mouth a hot,
tight vice of suction that was leading him into dangerous territory.
Voice hoarse, he gritted out, “You have
to stop before this becomes a mess for us all. Pen!” He tugged on her hair to
send her a message to pull away, but she only brought her hand into the mix,
stroking his cock in tandem with her mouth sucking on his tip.
His balls tightened into heavy, full
sacks. His manhood pulsed in her mouth. There was stomping out in the hallway
and loud, raised voices. They were coming in here and nothing he could do would
stop that now. Whoever was there was causing quite a raucous over this.
“Pen, they’re coming back,” he warned
her. She did a twirling dance with her tongue and he bit his lip to keep from
groaning aloud. It split and bled at
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