Page 10 of Done with You

Not freakishly big, like he wasn’t a gorilla or anything, but they were big. However, they didn’t dwarf his cock, so maybe he was bigger than she initially thought. Or he was still growing. But the sight of his large hand stroking his cock like that, sent blood rushing to her ears so loudly that it was like waves crashing inside of her head.

It was hot, and the sudden desperate need to have that cock in her mouth while his big hand wrapped around her ponytail was alarming, but in a really exciting way.

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she gently swatted away his palm and wrapped her fingers around him, then she leaned forward, swiping her tongue across the head to gather that bead of precum that leaked from the slit. Humming, because that’s what guys liked, she swirled her tongue around her lips before parting them and taking him into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed when she took him to the back of her throat almost immediately. She alternated between deep-throating and swirling her tongue around the crown while stroking him. He bucked forward slightly and growled like a bear when she took him deep. But he also seemed to like it when she held him by the base and just licked his shaft from root to tip. He made more noises when she did that, and at one point, he gripped her by the ponytail—which she didn’t really mind—and pulled her from a deep-throat to do the licking thing again.

His balls were hairless, so she cupped those with her free hand, then at one point, while stroking his cock, she dropped her head lower and licked his sac before taking one, then the other, into her mouth and gently sucking.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted right before he yanked on her hair—yes— then tossed her to the bed, covered her, and kissed her like he was out of air and she was the only remaining source of oxygen.

His cock fell right between her legs and he rocked against her, the head knocking her clit and reawakening it from its cat nap. She lifted her hips and ground against him, but before they could get too carried away, she put a hand on his shoulder and pushed so he would stop kissing her. “Condom,” she whispered. “In my purse.” She pointed to where her purse was on the table.

“Right.” He nodded and climbed off her so she could get up and grab a strip of them from her bag. He had one on in seconds, then was back on top of her, kissing her again, bringing the flavor of her own release on his lips and beard, as his cock once again knocked her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, breaking their kiss and dropping his mouth to her neck, clavicle, shoulder, and finally her nipple. “Fucking gorgeous.” He scissored his teeth across her tight bud and she arched her back, gasping and then moaning from the pain that was quick to be extinguished and replaced by pleasure. “And holy fuck, can you suck a cock.”

Pride swelled stupidly in her chest at his praise.

She knew she had a praise kink.

Always had.

It came from being raised in a family and by parents who only ever pointed out your faults and failures, never your successes. Who sought to shame and humble you until you couldn’t even feel good about getting ten out of ten on your spelling quiz.

She hadn’t discussed it with her sisters before, but she wouldn’t be surprised if all five of them had a praise kink of some sort.

He moved over to the other breast and offered it the same attention from his mouth. All the while he continued to rock against her, his cock sliding between her slick pussy lips, the head knocking her clit and getting it all excited.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good, too,” he rumbled, raking his scruff over her nipple before kissing up the other shoulder, side of her neck, and then back to her mouth. “Goddamn delicious.” Then he lifted up on his arms, tipped his hips forward so his cock was notched at her center, and as he locked eyes with her and held her gaze, he slowly slid home, sheathing himself inside of her. “Perfect fucking fit,” he said, once he was all the way inside. “Goddamn it, Luna. You’re the whole damn package, aren’t you? Brilliant, sexy, and great at head. A triple threat.”

“You need to start moving,” she said, a slight shake to her voice. “Like now.”

His smile was bright and brilliant, beckoning his dimples so completely that it winded her a little. There was a raspy chuckle that followed as he nodded and started to move, sliding in and out of her at the perfect speed. Hitting her in the perfect spot and making the perfect orgasm build inside of her faster than she was prepared for.

The way his lower belly scraped her clit had her legs shaking. She clawed at his back, and her head thrashed side to side on the bed, the harder she tried to keep the orgasm from bursting free so she could ride out the journey a little longer.

“Don’t hold on, baby. Just let it go,” he said. “It won’t be your last tonight. I can promise you that. Many more in store.”

He’d dropped his mouth back to her breast, but then he lifted his head again, grabbed her right leg, and bent it so her knee pressed into her belly, allowing him to go deeper, to change the angle, and hit her in new and glorious places.

Their eyes met, and a knowing, cocky smile slid slowly up on his mouth, one side slightly higher than the other, which only made him sexier. “I can feel your control fading. Just let go. I’ll catch you.”

She bit her bottom lip as her heart hammered against her rib cage.

“Luna, I mean it. Come.”

Then, to drive home the point that he meant what he said, he wedged a hand between them—somehow—and pinched her clit.

She exploded.

“Good girl,” he purred, but his praise barely resonated inside her brain because it was made mostly up of warm happy goo as the orgasm rippled out of her center and back into every limb. Into every cell and forgotten erogenous zone of her body, until her skin hummed and prickled like it was being kissed by the first rays of spring sunshine after a particularly long and cold winter.

Her toes curled, and her pussy squeezed and trembled around his cock.

He was still pumping. Still thrusting forward, but then as she was still floating high in her own euphoria, he stopped moving, his back muscles went tight, he grunted and released a long, slow breath accompanied by a groan. His cock twitched and pumped inside of her as he came, his corded arms bunching and twitching slightly beside her, his muscles straining from holding up his own weight above her.

She wanted to tilt her head and lick one of those veins.

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