Page 11 of Heat & Hard Candies

His eyes narrowed at me. “I haven’t stretched you with my fingers. Or?—”

“I don’t care, Kyle.”

“You’re a virgin, Beautiful. At least?—”

“You said you were mine.”

He rumbled again. “I am.”

“Prove it.”

He growled, but a heartbeat later, he was stripping out of his pants. The Survival episodes had blurred his cock when he was walking around naked in the first season, so I hadn’t seen it before, but damn.

Hot freaking damn.

I’d seen some pretty intense fanart before, but nothing prepared me for the thick, heavy cock on the man I’d chosen.

Maybe he had a point about the stretching thing.

But, I wasn’t going back now. Not that I even wanted to. Vaginas were meant to stretch.

He stepped up to me, and I sat up, reaching for his length. He rumbled when I wrapped my fingers around him, and it was a completely different kind of rumble than the last one.

He wasn’t angry.

He was turned on.

“I’m supposed to be able to fit this in my mouth,” I said, leaning forward to wrap my lips around the tip of him.

He throbbed hard against my mouth, and my lips stretched in a smile.

“Beautiful,” he warned, as I sucked lightly. “You’ll be choking on my pleasure in about three seconds if you keep that up. I’ve spent a long-ass time on this island, and masturbating is damn near impossible.”

I released his cock long enough to look up at him. “You haven’t had an orgasm in five months?”

“Give or take a few days.”

“I want to choke on your pleasure, then.”

He swore viciously as I took him in my mouth again, sucking lightly. When I dragged my tongue up against the underside of him, he snarled, buried his fingers in my hair, and lost it.

The taste of him flooded my senses, and I swallowed his release without choking at all.

My thighs were absolutely soaked with my desire, though.

Kyle pulled himself from my mouth a moment before he rolled us onto the bed, setting me on top of him. His cock was between my thighs, still throbbing with the aftershocks of his climax.

“You can be on top,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Not for your first time. You control how far you take me, and stop the moment you need to,” he growled back.

I lifted my hips, and he lined his tip up against my channel.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked.

“No. If it could take us a century to get pregnant, I’m not preventing it. Not ever. I want a kid eventually,” I whispered.

His eyes heated more. “You’re perfect for me.”

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