Page 57 of Playing With Danger

Last night I’d been more concerned with preparing her to take me than allowing her to explore.

Sophie’s hand circled my erection and fisted tight.

“Is that too much?”

“No,” I grunted my approval.

Slowly—excruciatingly, agonizingly slowly—she glided her hand down my shaft to the base.

“My fingers don’t touch.” It was impossible to miss the awe in her voice and when she went on I couldn’t stop my smile. “I can’t believe that fit.”

“If you keep calling my cock a ‘that’ I’m gonna get a complex,” I teased.

“Please,” she scoffed. “I could call it Mini Valentine and you and your big dick would be just fine.”

She was wrong about that.

And not because I cared about what she called my dick. There was nothing ‘just fine’ about me.

I opted not to speak when she slid her hand up and used her thumb to circle the tip.

“Is that sensitive?”

Jesus fuck, I was going to die.

“Yes.”

“More than the base?”

“Yes.”

“So you like it when I do this?”

Another graze with her thumb, this time adding the edge of her nail to lightly scrape.

“Yes.”

“What about this?”

She didn’t move her hand but her cheek slid down my stomach, her hair pooled over my chest, and when she made it to her destination her tongue replaced her thumb.

Good Christ.

“Yeah, baby, I like that,” I unnecessarily confirmed.

I moved my hands up, threaded my fingers, and rested my head on top of them to stop myself from gathering up all that silky hair and using it to guide her deeper.

Her mouth was wet and warm and so fucking inviting I had to clench my ass so I wouldn’t thrust up and fuck her mouth. The longer I let her play the harder it became—my cock and the need to take over.

My control snapped when on a downward glide with her tongue making magic, she took me deeper and I felt the tip hit the back of her throat, accompanying the sexy-as-all-fuck sound of her gagging.

I could take no more.

I freed my hands, used her hair to pull her mouth from my cock, shifted until I got my hands under her pits, and hauled her up my chest.

“Climb up, Sophie. I want you on my face.”

Her eyes widened and for a moment she hesitated.

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