Read Online Male Review by Lillian Grant - Free Book Online

and her mind conjured a vision of him performing similar magic on her hot and swollen center. No one tongue fucked like Sam. The boy had a mouth for sex.
    Sam wrapped his arm around her middle and hauled her up onto her hands and knees. A whimper escaped her. Maybe he didn’t plan to continue his torture but just wanted release; although he hadn’t opened the drawer in search of a condom.
    Warm breath tickled her shoulder, followed by a brush of damp lips.
    “Relax. You’re too tense. You need to stop thinking so much and go with the flow.”
    “But…”
    He chuckled. “Shh, I remember the rules. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging me not to make you orgasm again.”
    Warmth spread across her face, and Sam kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love that you still get embarrassed. Darling, there is no part of you I haven’t seen, and I’ve got a good idea what goes on in that beautiful head of yours. Now relax.”
    She went all gooey inside. He thought she was beautiful.
    Something cold and hard brushed her left nipple and she squealed. Apparently, the ice cube torture hadn’t ended. He gave her right nipple the same treatment. They were both aching and when he tweaked each nipple with his long sensuous fingers, she pushed back against the rough fabric of his jeans. Her nipples throbbed and her pussy clenched in expectation of his immensely impressive stallion filling her.
    The bed dipped as he moved away. What now? Was he trying to make her insane with anticipation?
    The sound of a zipper had her turning her head. “Sam?”
    He blushed and tugged his jeans over his hips. “Sorry. I planned to wait to get undressed, but these damn pants are strangling me.”
    Meg’s gaze dropped to his crotch as he freed his erect shaft from his tighty-whities. God, he was impressive. It was a wonder he didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen to the brain with the amount of blood his dick must hold. The poor thing seemed to be about to explode. “Does he need mouth-to-mouth? Or should that be mouth-to-cock?”
    Sam groaned as his dick twitched. Apparently, it liked the idea. Meg sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her hand around his stiff member while he was busy pulling his T-shirt off. Before he had a chance to stop her, she mouthed the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge below with her lips.
    A hiss was her reward. “Meg…” She took him deeper into her mouth and he squeaked out, “This is against the rules.”
    She chuckled. The rule no orgasm for him without one for her was her rule and she could break it if she wanted. Besides, torture worked both ways. He’d revealed in the past having her suck him off was his biggest fantasy; there was no way in hell he would be able to stop her.
    He placed a hand on her head. “Meg, okay, okay … how about a compromise?”
    She let his cock go and looked up at him. “Don’t you want a blow job?”
    “You’ve got no idea.” Without further explanation, he flopped on his back and held his arms out to her. She turned and snuggled against his warm nude body, accepting a deep passionate kiss. Her whole body hummed with sexual tension. If she could spend all day, every day, naked with Sam, life would be perfect. Maybe they should rent a house in the outback and become nudists. The vision of Sam striding around under the warm Aussie sun butt naked with a massive erection floated away when his voice broke into her fantasy.
    “Now, straddle me and turn around.”
    She frowned, confused. “What?”
    “Do as I say unless you want me to get the ice cubes again.”
    After a moment’s consideration she did as he asked. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up the bed a little. It clicked when his warm tongue lapped her lower lips. Oh God, this was going to be divine. Giving him head turned her insides to mush. Having him tongue fuck her while she returned the favor was likely to make her spontaneously combust. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her clit swelled