Page 137 of Right Man, Right Time
“Aren’t we all a little fucked up?” she asks.
“I don’t trust people,” I groan out as I move my thumbs over her nipples.
“I’ll earn your trust.” She tips my head back and runs her tongue along my neck. “Let me be the one who takes care of you.” Her tongue runs along my lips right before she kisses me again. I go to kiss her back, but she pulls away, leaving me wanting more. Her lips pepper kisses down my neck.
To my chest.
She slides off my lap between my legs.
She continues to press kisses to my stomach, then lower . . .
Fuck me, I know what she wants. She’s made it really fucking clear, and I’m not sure I’m ready because the moment her lips touch my cock, I know I’ll be lost. There will be no stopping her.
What am I talking about? There’s no stopping her now as her hands slide up my thighs to the knot of my towel. Her hungry eyes glance up at me as her fingers toy with the knot. My breath is heavy in my chest as I curl my hands into fists in anticipation. When I don’t stop her on the first tug, she smiles and parts my towel completely, letting my stiff cock stretch up my stomach.
Her eyes widen right before she wets her lips.
“Oh . . . my . . . God,” she whispers as her fingers trail along my Jacob’s ladder piercing. “I knew it.” Her eyes are in awe as she moves her head closer. “I knew you would have the most perfect penis I’ve ever seen.” And then, in one fell swoop, she licks from the base of my balls all the way up to the tip.
My stomach bottoms out from the onslaught of her delicious mouth, and a low moan falls past my lips. “Fuuuuck.”
Satisfied with herself, she spreads my legs wider and tugs me closer to the edge as she opens her mouth and draws me in, all the way back to her throat.
“Jesus.” Feels so fucking good.
Warm.
Wet.
Tight.
So good I can’t stop her.
She could do whatever she wanted at this point.
One of her hands wiggles between my legs, just below my balls, where she cups them and gently rubs her thumb between them while her other hand squeezes the base of my cock.
“God, Silas. I could suck you all fucking day.” She takes me deep again, pulls up, then dips down over and over.
She doesn’t gag.
She doesn’t even make a noise.
She just continues to make me lose my mind, one pulse after the other, and when I feel myself start to climb, she lifts to only the tip where she sucks but pumps the base with her hand.
“Fucking hell, Ollie. Your mouth is making me crazy.”
Her teeth line the edge of my tip, and I hiss right before she laps at me with her tongue, then takes me to the back of her throat.
My hand floats to her hair, gripping it tightly because I have nothing else to grab. As she pumps up and down, making my balls tighten, I know that after this, nothing will be the same.
Her mouth is sinful.
Her hands are immoral.
I’ve never in my life had someone suck me like she does, and it’s evident in the way that my chest hitches, attempting to find air. And by how I’m desperate to hold on to anything as I feel my body tremble, tingle, and prepare for what’s to come.
She brings me to the back of her throat, then presses her lips around the head and sucks so goddamn hard that my pelvis flies off the wood seat of the sauna.
