Page 46 of Worth the Risk

Dan turned his face and licked up the side of her neck before answering. “Because I’m lovable, great in bed, among other places, and for an old dude with two kids, smoking hot.”

“But not full of yourself?”

“Nope. Facts are facts,” he stated, his lips tracing a path of kisses along the curve of her jaw.

Lost in the moment, she forgot all about brunch. “I don’t see why we can’t do both,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thudding of her heart.

“I’m not following Bella,” he replied, still dotting soft kisses but moving on to the other side.

“I was thinking we could multitask,” she replied, her voice husky with need. “You give me the funishment over the back of the couchwhileI drain you dry.”

Dan’s head popped back up, his wide eyes molten silver with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. She’d startled him as much as herself. Had she really just said that?

“We...um, haven’t done that yet and I, well...kinda want to,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Only kinda?” he teased then carried her to the couch, dropped her ass on the cushions, and unzipped his fly. “It’s time to rectify that sorry omission and change kinda to, ‘Please, sir, let me suck you off. All I can think of is going down on you.”

“Dan!”

“Bella...” he drawled, but she could tell he was playing. The next part, as he freed himself and stroked his heavy length, she wasn’t so sure of. “Get to it or funishment is going to become the real thing.”

Eagerly, she wrapped her fingers around him then licked her lips.

She’d barely touched him before he demanded, “Open, baby. Show me what you can do with that incredible mouth.”

Bella’s heart pounded at the desire in his dark eyes. Her tongue slipped out, swirled around the tip before taking him inside. She savored his salty taste, feeling him grow harder and thicker with each passing moment.

Dan groaned, hands gripping the back of the couch as he leaned in to her. His breath quickened as she continued to suck, taking him deeper. As his pleasure heightened, Bella’s desire intensified. The heat grew between her legs, her body aching to be filled.

When she came up for air, fisting him and gliding her tongue along the length of his shaft, the couch creaked as Dan’s grip tightened.

Suddenly, he growled, “No hands, baby.” His fingers sank into her hair, and he angled her head back. “Relax your throat and take it like a good girl.”

Then he slid to the back of her tongue, nearly to her throat. When he withdrew, he wrapped one hand around the base, as if he’d measured her depths, and resumed thrusting again and again.

“Damn,” he groaned. “That mouth.”

Bella curled her hands around the backs of his thighs and hung on, breathing through her nose and trying not to tense.

“Look at me, Bella. I want to see your beautiful blue eyes, those plump red lips, and your pretty face, as you take my cock.”

She obeyed, not feeling pretty with drool dripping down her chin, but his eyes blazed with passion, and his body tensed as he got closer to coming.

That part scared her a little. She’d never swallowed, had never wanted to. As she gazed up his cut body, past a six-pack and sculpted pecs, to his gorgeous face intense with passion, that changed.

With a deep sense of surrender, she opened wider, needing to submit fully to him and to his every desire. And she couldn’t deny the thrill she felt in pleasing this man, in seeing him lose control because of her. She sucked hard with each withdrawal, swirling her tongue around the silky, swollen head then opened wide for him to sink into her again.

“Raise your shirt above your tits,” he uttered with a raspy groan that signaled his impending release. He pulled back, but Bella followed, gripping his thighs, nails biting into his flesh, keeping him close. She knew he was at the point of no return and had no choice but to finish as Bella dutifully accepted every drop.

Dan remained tense above her, gliding much more slowly in and out of her mouth. She whimpered when he released her hair and withdrew then collapsed onto the couch beside her, his breathing heavy. She nestled against him, loving the heat and strength and size of his body against hers.

They sat in silence, plastered to one another, savoring the afterglow of his passion. Then Dan turned to her. “That was fantastic. But I was going to come on your belly or breasts, Bella. I don’t recall telling you to swallow.”

“I don’t remember you telling me not to,” she said, grinning cheekily.

“Impertinence, thy name is Bella. What am I going to do with you?”

“Spank and fuck me as planned, I hope.”

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