“You are stunning, love.”
She bit her lip and averted her gaze. Closing the gap between us, I gripped her chin, forcing her to see the truth in my eyes. Someone had hurt her, but I needed her to know the truth—whatever had caused him to stray was his issue; it had nothing to do with her. She was beautiful, desirable, and for tonight only, she was mine.
Using my thumb, I pulled her lower lip free of her teeth, stroking across the plump, soft flesh. Her blue eyes stared up at me, waiting for my next move. Sliding my hand to the back of her head, I slammed my mouth to hers. She might not believe my words, but I would show her just how much I wanted her with my actions.
A tremor rolled through her body when I pressed my thinly concealed erection against her thigh as I plundered her mouth, literally stealing her breath for myself. Nails pierced the skin of my back, but I relished the bite of pain. It had been so long since I’d felt anything; it was almost a welcome relief that I still could.
One small hand breached the barrier of the waistband of my boxer briefs. Dipping beneath the fabric, fingers dug into my ass, urging me on. Rocking my hips, I changed the angle so I was centered between her open thighs.
Her mouth tore away from mine as she gasped at the contact. Dipping my head, I teased the sensitive flesh of her neck with my lips before nibblingwith my teeth, soothing any marks I left behind with my tongue. Beneath me, she writhed, lost to lust.
“I want to see you,” she panted.
I hummed against her neck, trailing a path over her collarbone before sucking a lace-covered nipple into my mouth. Her back arched off the bed, silently begging me for more.
“Please,” she begged.
Smiling against her skin, I murmured, “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Pushing off the bed, I stood beside it. Breathless, she rose on her elbows to watch as I removed my final piece of clothing.
I couldn’t help but smirk, picturing what her reaction would be. I knew I was well-endowed—which was why I didn’t give a shit about driving a flashy car—but it was always interesting to see if a woman would be enthusiastic or frightened when they realized they were expected to take the whole thing inside them. And trust me when I say it always fit and they were begging for more.
Hooking both thumbs into the waistband, I slid the boxer briefs down my thighs, bending at the waist as I did so. Straightening once the garment was kicked to the side, I had a front-row seat to her eyes tracking up my legs—my breath catching when she reached knee level and I remembered my scars—until she honed in on the eager appendage standing proud between my thighs.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, those blue eyes widening.
Since she was stroking my ego, I gripped my cock and gave a firm tug, groaning at the pleasure surging through my veins.
My bed partner licked her lips when I gave a second stroke, tracking the movement as I rubbed my thumb over the head, wiping away a bead of precum.
“You want a taste, love?”
Tearing her gaze away from my crotch, those blue eyes peered up at me, and she nodded.
Slowly, she slid off the bed, stepping toward where I stood. I removed my hand from my dick, indicating she could do what she wanted. Those perfectly straight, white teeth descended into that kiss-swollen lower lip, and she reached a tentative hand out, grazing my throbbing length. I gritted my teeth against the wave of pleasure crashing over me at that minor contact. It had been too long since I’d been touched by anyone other than myself.
Gaining confidence, she went from a barely-there brush against my skin to gripping my shaft firmly and squeezing. I was mesmerized, watching as she tried to get her fingers to touch around my girth. The feeling of my cock in her hand would forever be burned into my memory. It would be what I pictured on the many cold and lonely nights ahead as my players got laid on the road and I was forced to jerk off in my hotel room. As I stroked myself alone, I would imagine her soft touch instead of my rough one.
And as if she knew what I was thinking, she pumped that hand, moving from root to tip with the perfect pressure. A low groan rumbled in my chest. She gave a few more strong tugs before dropping to her knees and gazing up at me with a hungry gleam in her eyes.
She never broke eye contact as she licked up the underside of my shaft before swirling that pretty pink tongue over the head. Pulling the crown into her mouth, she gave a little suck that had my knees threatening to buckle.
My head dropped back. “Fuck yes,” I hissed, eyes sliding shut.
She hummed, taking me deeper. Her hot little mouth stopped halfway down my length, and I mentally applauded the valiant effort. My eyes flew open when her hands gripped mine, and she tangled them in her silky red hair.
My brain short-circuited. She wasn’t seriously asking me to fuck her face, was she? I mean, even a practiced porn star would struggle to take me deeper.
When she released her hold over my hands and I didn’t remove them, she slid hers around to my ass and gripped, forcing my cock an inch further down her throat. A slight gag sounded, but she didn’t pull back.
Jesus. She really wants this.
Vowing to myself that the only place I would allow myself to come was buried deep inside her pussy, I tangled my fingers into her copper locks to hold her steady and rocked my hips, gently at first. She moaned in response, the vibrations settling deep in my balls.
Fuck. I wouldn’t have long to enjoy this before I was forced to pull the ripcord. Even then, I’d need a few to cool down before I could even think about fucking her properly.
Nails dug into my ass, urging me on.
