His to Taste by Jacqueline Winlock Page A

smooth, efficient strokes. As his own breathing grew more ragged, I could feel myself getting slick, and I tried to squeeze my thighs together to ease the hunger.
    “You’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart,” he growled. “It’s torture having to keep myself from touching you.” The thick purple head of his cock grew darker with each stroke of his hand. Staring boldly at his cock, I licked my dry lips and smiled when he shuddered, his big, powerful body clearly aching for my touch.
    “I want to feel you in my hand, Mr. Cochran,” I crooned. “Please, sir, may I touch your cock?” I crawled closer until I was kneeling between his hard thighs.
    “God, sweetheart, do whatever you want,” he muttered. He let go of his shaft and placed his palms flat on the bed on either side of him. It made me feel comfortable to approach him and I appreciated that he was allowing me the freedom to explore his body.
    I took in the gorgeous expanse of his upper torso and I ran my hands up and down his broad chest and taut stomach. It was fascinating feeling my fingers rake through his soft chest hair and down his pleasure trail. He shuddered and gritted his teeth as my fingers skimmed ever closer to his aching cock.
    I delicately traced the length of his turgid cock with the tips of my fingers. I gasped at the heat radiating from his skin. He groaned and balled his hands into fists to keep from moving. Emboldened by his reaction, I let my fingers curl around his shaft, marveling at the contrast of the iron-hard rod encased in velvety hot skin. As I tentatively began mimicking his stroking, I was shocked to feel his cock thicken even more. I watched his face furtively through my lashes and his expression took my breath away. He was even more handsome while caught in his arousal; his cheekbones were sharper and his beautiful mouth tightened with lust.
    He grunted when I gently cupped his heavy scrotum with my other hand, delighting in their sturdy heft. I felt so wanton, relishing my sexual power, and I knew that I was soaking through my panties. I spread my thighs so that I could lean closer to him and I wanted so desperately to ease that hungry ache between my legs.
    My frenzied squirming did not go unnoticed. “Would you like me to touch your sweet little pussy? Is that what you’re trying to tell me, baby?” He leaned forward and slowly slid his warm hands up my quaking thighs. I whimpered and nodded jerkily, practically slumping over in relief.
    He gently pulled my hands away, and quickly flipped me around so that we reversed our positions. I settled nervously against the soft pillows and watched him as he propped himself on his elbow beside me. “I’m just going to touch you like you were touching me, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You can stop me whenever you want.” He stroked my belly reassuringly and I moaned in compliance.
    “Yes, Mr. Cochran,” I said, arching to get more of his touch.
    He grabbed my hips and pulled me down so that I lay flat on my back. “You’ll be more comfortable this way, sweetheart. Let me take off your blouse.” He deftly unbuttoned my top and opened me back up to his gaze. I shivered when the cold air hit my skin. “I’ll warm you back up, baby.”
    I cried out when he started nuzzling my neck, teasing my flesh. He kissed and nipped at my collarbone and slowly made his way down to my cleavage. I arched against his hot seeking lips, and I whimpered as he licked at the tops of my breasts. Clutching his dark head closer to my breasts, I gasped when I felt his fingers dip under my lacy bra to caress the delicate skin beneath. I fumbled at the front clasp of my bra, desperate to finally feel his unencumbered touch. With a low chuckle, he expertly flicked the stubborn clasp with two fingers and bared my swollen breasts. I moaned when I finally felt the heat of his strong hands as he lovingly fondled my sensitive breasts and rolled my taut nipples between his clever fingers. I couldn’t get enough