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Authors: Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully
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hard body. Intensity radiated from him.
“You are the most desirable woman I have ever known.”
She closed her eyes and drank in his words as if they were water and sun to a wilting flower.
“I wanted you the first moment we—” He stopped. “From the first moment I saw you.”
She was so damn weak and pathetic for needing to hear him say how much he hungered for her.
He kissed her eyelids, feathering down to her lips. Rising on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him. She touched her tongue to his, sucking him. He nipped then licked her lower lip.
“I want to make love with you again,” he murmured.
She knew what they’d done hadn’t been making love. This time, she willed it to be different. “I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth, Stephen.”
His fingers tensed, and something fierce glittered in his eyes, then he took her with a soul-deep kiss that stole her breath and set her ablaze.
“I need you so damn badly,” he whispered against her lips.
“Will you let me swallow?”
“ Let you?” He laughed, choking it off when she cupped him through his jeans. She reveled in his throaty growl.
“You don’t have to ask. I’m already begging.” He put his hand over hers, using her palm to stroke the hard ridge.
She pulled at his belt buckle. He helped her loosen it. The rasp of his zipper filled the night. He sucked in a breath as she reached inside his briefs. Warm, velvety smooth. And hard. For her.
“Tell me what you want.” She needed his command, needed to fulfill his desires exactly as he described them.
“Reach down and squeeze my balls.”
They were hard and tight. She rubbed, molded. He put his head back and drew in a deep breath.
“Make a fist around my cock and stroke me.”
She wrapped him in her hand and worked to his tip. Back down, then up once more. With her thumb, she smeared a drop of pre-come over his crown, delving into the small slit.
He stretched, then arched into her, raking his fingers through his hair. “Suck me. I want your mouth on me. Jesus H. Christ, I need it now.”
She licked his neck as she pushed at the waistband of his jeans, sliding them over his hips. She dropped to her knees. Cold concrete and gravel bit into her flesh. She didn’t care. He had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen, not huge, but perfect. Another droplet of come glistened. Holding him with one hand, the other on his thigh, she licked the tiny jewel.
“You’re gorgeous.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling the locks aside so that he could watch her.
“Blow me, baby,” he whispered, as if it were a sweet nothing.
To her, it was. She slid her tongue along his slit, then blew on the light film of moisture. “Is that what you want?”
He hissed through his teeth. “I want you to suck me. Fuck me with your mouth.”
She looked up and smiled. “All right.”
She took him until her lips kissed her own hand fisted around him.
“Christ.” His body heaved, his cock pushing her limits.
She sucked hard, drawing another bead of come. Salty, hot, all male, the taste of him spiraled her own desire higher. She worked the tip with her lips. Then taking him fully, she stroked him with her tongue and mouth. With a feral groan, he twisted his fingers in her hair and rocked his hips. Removing the hand she’d kept at his base, she grabbed his thigh, squeezing.
Then she took him deep, to the back of her throat.
“Jesus, you make me crazy.” He held her head in his hands and fucked her mouth, his muscles bunching beneath her touch.
She’d never felt so needed. She’d never wanted a man’s come so much. He pulsed in her mouth, his breath a harsh pant. With a gut-deep cry, he filled her, his semen pumping down her throat. She swallowed every burst, savoring it, working him for more. When his orgasm subsided, she didn’t let him go. He was still hard, still delicious. She stroked him lovingly with her tongue.
“I died and went to
“You are the most desirable woman I have ever known.”
She closed her eyes and drank in his words as if they were water and sun to a wilting flower.
“I wanted you the first moment we—” He stopped. “From the first moment I saw you.”
She was so damn weak and pathetic for needing to hear him say how much he hungered for her.
He kissed her eyelids, feathering down to her lips. Rising on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him. She touched her tongue to his, sucking him. He nipped then licked her lower lip.
“I want to make love with you again,” he murmured.
She knew what they’d done hadn’t been making love. This time, she willed it to be different. “I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth, Stephen.”
His fingers tensed, and something fierce glittered in his eyes, then he took her with a soul-deep kiss that stole her breath and set her ablaze.
“I need you so damn badly,” he whispered against her lips.
“Will you let me swallow?”
“ Let you?” He laughed, choking it off when she cupped him through his jeans. She reveled in his throaty growl.
“You don’t have to ask. I’m already begging.” He put his hand over hers, using her palm to stroke the hard ridge.
She pulled at his belt buckle. He helped her loosen it. The rasp of his zipper filled the night. He sucked in a breath as she reached inside his briefs. Warm, velvety smooth. And hard. For her.
“Tell me what you want.” She needed his command, needed to fulfill his desires exactly as he described them.
“Reach down and squeeze my balls.”
They were hard and tight. She rubbed, molded. He put his head back and drew in a deep breath.
“Make a fist around my cock and stroke me.”
She wrapped him in her hand and worked to his tip. Back down, then up once more. With her thumb, she smeared a drop of pre-come over his crown, delving into the small slit.
He stretched, then arched into her, raking his fingers through his hair. “Suck me. I want your mouth on me. Jesus H. Christ, I need it now.”
She licked his neck as she pushed at the waistband of his jeans, sliding them over his hips. She dropped to her knees. Cold concrete and gravel bit into her flesh. She didn’t care. He had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen, not huge, but perfect. Another droplet of come glistened. Holding him with one hand, the other on his thigh, she licked the tiny jewel.
“You’re gorgeous.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling the locks aside so that he could watch her.
“Blow me, baby,” he whispered, as if it were a sweet nothing.
To her, it was. She slid her tongue along his slit, then blew on the light film of moisture. “Is that what you want?”
He hissed through his teeth. “I want you to suck me. Fuck me with your mouth.”
She looked up and smiled. “All right.”
She took him until her lips kissed her own hand fisted around him.
“Christ.” His body heaved, his cock pushing her limits.
She sucked hard, drawing another bead of come. Salty, hot, all male, the taste of him spiraled her own desire higher. She worked the tip with her lips. Then taking him fully, she stroked him with her tongue and mouth. With a feral groan, he twisted his fingers in her hair and rocked his hips. Removing the hand she’d kept at his base, she grabbed his thigh, squeezing.
Then she took him deep, to the back of her throat.
“Jesus, you make me crazy.” He held her head in his hands and fucked her mouth, his muscles bunching beneath her touch.
She’d never felt so needed. She’d never wanted a man’s come so much. He pulsed in her mouth, his breath a harsh pant. With a gut-deep cry, he filled her, his semen pumping down her throat. She swallowed every burst, savoring it, working him for more. When his orgasm subsided, she didn’t let him go. He was still hard, still delicious. She stroked him lovingly with her tongue.
“I died and went to
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