vibrator and imagined she was pleasuring. But she was so out of her league here.
His fingers slid down the shaft, gripped the base of the heavy flesh, and angled it to her lips. “Show me how good you are, Grace, then I’ll show you how good I am,” he promised.
Grace whimpered, but still, her lips parted, her tongue swiping over the bulging crown as she collected the little bead of moisture awaiting her. The flavor of it sank into her taste buds and made her instantly hungry for more.
No, she wasn’t hungry; she was ravenous.
She wanted more—now.
And she really wanted him to show her how good he was.…
* * *
Ah, fuck!
Zack’s head slammed back into the pillow, one hand fisted in the blankets next to her, the other tensed, the effort it took not to tighten on her fragile neck straining his control. She didn’t just lick over the sensitive, engorged head of his cock; she sucked it inside her mouth, and devastated his senses.
Her tongue swirled, it investigated the flared curve, tucked itself beneath the ridge, then found the hypersensitive spot of flesh below it. She sucked at it, drew her lips over it, and when he stared down at her, the combination of shy curiosity and sensual wantonness had him gritting his teeth to hold back his release.
“Son of a bitch,” he cursed, jerking his hand back from her neck to clench the fingers of both hands in the sheets beneath him.
It wasn’t that she was doing something no other woman had ever done to him. She wasn’t. Why the pleasure was this extreme, didn’t make sense. He didn’t want it to make sense. He wanted to luxuriate in it.
In the feel of her sucking at the wide, painfully hard crest, the way her fingers stroked the throbbing shaft, the flush of arousal in her face, and the green of her eyes—so dark, they looked like summer moss.
And she was his. He’d always known she was his. Some primal sense had locked on her the moment he saw those pretty eyes, and whether he was meant simply to protect her as he had tried to do when she was younger, or hunger for her as he’d done the past few years, a part of him had always known she belonged to him. Even when he hadn’t wanted to admit it.
“Damn, Grace.” The words tore from him, strangled and hoarse from the effort it took to hold back his orgasm.
She stroked along the shaft to the tight sac of his balls, caressing and stroking, the pads of her silken fingers rubbing against the sensitive spheres as her mouth tightened on the throbbing head, taking more of him.
His thighs tightened violently, his jaw clenching until he could feel his molars threatening to crack as he watched her take him. She didn’t hurry. Oh, hell no, not Grace. Each sensual draw of her mouth on the head of his cock, each stroke of delicate fingers along the wide shaft, each caress to his balls was done with exploratory relish. With devastating curiosity.
There wasn’t a chance in hell he could hold on to his control much longer. He hadn’t anticipated her taking him up on his dare. He never imagined she’d do more than run for her virtue once he challenged her.
Sweet, shy little Grace? Tactful, polite, she was the epitome of genteel southern femininity. That gentility was currently sucking his dick like a favorite treat and enjoying every second of it.
And he was loving it, too. Loving it so much that he didn’t hear missed the ping on his phone next to the bed. He didn’t know anything past her mouth on his cock until the sound of Jazz’s voice on the stairwell interrupted the incredible pleasure she was giving him.
“Zack, get the hell down here before I come looking for you!” Jazz called out again. “Now! I just got a report trouble’s headin’ this way, and we have some plannin’ to do.”
Grace jerked her head up, shocked at the sound of Jazz just outside the bedroom door. A gasp left her lips before she jumped from the bed and raced for the bathroom, ignoring Zack’s curse.
Oh God, what was
His fingers slid down the shaft, gripped the base of the heavy flesh, and angled it to her lips. “Show me how good you are, Grace, then I’ll show you how good I am,” he promised.
Grace whimpered, but still, her lips parted, her tongue swiping over the bulging crown as she collected the little bead of moisture awaiting her. The flavor of it sank into her taste buds and made her instantly hungry for more.
No, she wasn’t hungry; she was ravenous.
She wanted more—now.
And she really wanted him to show her how good he was.…
* * *
Ah, fuck!
Zack’s head slammed back into the pillow, one hand fisted in the blankets next to her, the other tensed, the effort it took not to tighten on her fragile neck straining his control. She didn’t just lick over the sensitive, engorged head of his cock; she sucked it inside her mouth, and devastated his senses.
Her tongue swirled, it investigated the flared curve, tucked itself beneath the ridge, then found the hypersensitive spot of flesh below it. She sucked at it, drew her lips over it, and when he stared down at her, the combination of shy curiosity and sensual wantonness had him gritting his teeth to hold back his release.
“Son of a bitch,” he cursed, jerking his hand back from her neck to clench the fingers of both hands in the sheets beneath him.
It wasn’t that she was doing something no other woman had ever done to him. She wasn’t. Why the pleasure was this extreme, didn’t make sense. He didn’t want it to make sense. He wanted to luxuriate in it.
In the feel of her sucking at the wide, painfully hard crest, the way her fingers stroked the throbbing shaft, the flush of arousal in her face, and the green of her eyes—so dark, they looked like summer moss.
And she was his. He’d always known she was his. Some primal sense had locked on her the moment he saw those pretty eyes, and whether he was meant simply to protect her as he had tried to do when she was younger, or hunger for her as he’d done the past few years, a part of him had always known she belonged to him. Even when he hadn’t wanted to admit it.
“Damn, Grace.” The words tore from him, strangled and hoarse from the effort it took to hold back his orgasm.
She stroked along the shaft to the tight sac of his balls, caressing and stroking, the pads of her silken fingers rubbing against the sensitive spheres as her mouth tightened on the throbbing head, taking more of him.
His thighs tightened violently, his jaw clenching until he could feel his molars threatening to crack as he watched her take him. She didn’t hurry. Oh, hell no, not Grace. Each sensual draw of her mouth on the head of his cock, each stroke of delicate fingers along the wide shaft, each caress to his balls was done with exploratory relish. With devastating curiosity.
There wasn’t a chance in hell he could hold on to his control much longer. He hadn’t anticipated her taking him up on his dare. He never imagined she’d do more than run for her virtue once he challenged her.
Sweet, shy little Grace? Tactful, polite, she was the epitome of genteel southern femininity. That gentility was currently sucking his dick like a favorite treat and enjoying every second of it.
And he was loving it, too. Loving it so much that he didn’t hear missed the ping on his phone next to the bed. He didn’t know anything past her mouth on his cock until the sound of Jazz’s voice on the stairwell interrupted the incredible pleasure she was giving him.
“Zack, get the hell down here before I come looking for you!” Jazz called out again. “Now! I just got a report trouble’s headin’ this way, and we have some plannin’ to do.”
Grace jerked her head up, shocked at the sound of Jazz just outside the bedroom door. A gasp left her lips before she jumped from the bed and raced for the bathroom, ignoring Zack’s curse.
Oh God, what was
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