Page 130 of Swan

She dropped her hands and ran her palms down her leggings. She’d changed into a tee earlier. A V-neck one where the tops of her big breasts peeked out.

She was goddamn Fine with a capital F. And I got to keep her now. She’d accepted me into her life, her bed, and her body.

Mine.

“I can’t ask,” she said.

“You can ask me anythin’, Swan.”

She blew out a breath and licked her lips, and I waited until she found her courage. I’d wait a lifetime if I had to. But I really wanted to know what had her so flustered.

My beautiful birdy looked away when she blurted, “I didn’t get to give you head, and I would like to.”

Jesus motherfucking Christ.

All blood rushed to my cock and balls, and my eager dick shot straight to hard where it nearly hurt.

Swallowing thickly, I asked roughly, “You want to taste me, Birdy?”

“Yes.”

“Have at me, darlin’.” I rested one arm along the back of the couch and the other on the armrest, gripping both. If I fucking embarrassed myself by coming as soon as her plump lips touched my cock, I was going to punch myself.

Swan slid down to the floor on her knees.

Fuck me.

I’d thought she’d just bend over on the couch. Even that would have been a turn-on. But the sight of her crawling between my spread legs was erotic on a different level. My dick twitched, eager to jump out and into her wet, heated mouth.

Stop thinking, stop thinking.

Fucking hell, I wasn’t going to last long.

Her temptress hands glided from my knees up my thighs. I clenched my whole damn body from the way she was looking down at my jean-covered dick with pure want in her gaze.

Don’t blow your load, dickhead.

When she glanced up, I smiled. “Do whatever you want.”

“I want you to like it, so please tell me if I need to change what I’m doing.”

I dipped forwards, cupped her cheek, and laid a hard kiss on her lips. “Birdy, I’m already close from seeing you on your knees. Trust me when I say that no matter what you do, I’ll fuckin’ love it.”

Her cheeks were red, but she beamed up at me. She loved knowing how crazy she drove me with need.

Her hands shook a little when she undid the button on my jeans and then the zipper. When she separated the opening, I lifted my hips a little, and she pulled them down a bit. My boxers went with them, which meant my dick sprang free. Her cute grin had me tingling all over.

Digging my fingers into the couch, I watched her dip down, as if in slow motion, and lick over my leaking tip.

A groan dropped from my mouth, making her eyes widen with pure heat rising in them.

“Love your touch, Birdy. The cute little lick, fuckin’ hot.” I let out a curse when she licked from the base up to the tip.

“No teeth, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, darlin’.”

She nodded and studied my cock for a moment, which had me smirking.

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