Page 68 of Tequila Tuesdays

“True. And I’ve got more where that came from.” He wrapped his arm around me and squeezed my breast, then we rolled out of bed and started getting ready for the day.

We showered together after breakfast, and he thoroughly washed me, then rubbed my clit with his fingers and then his cock. He pulled me in front of him with my back to his chest, and I panted and pushed my bottom back into his groin while he worked me into another orgasm.

“Fuck, honey. I can’t get enough of this.”

As he stroked me, he murmured some of the dirty things he wanted to do with me while he rammed two fingers in and out of my core.

“Oh, God, your fingers feel so big. It feels so good,” I sobbed.

“Then my cock will make you delirious.” He chuckled wickedly. “And when we do fuck, I plan to keep you under me for hours.”

His filthy words and his fingers had me coming all over his hand as my body bucked under him.

When I caught my breath and came down from my high, I turned around and picked up a washcloth to scrub his shoulders and back. While I slowly and meticulously scrubbed him, I bent down and bit one of his ass cheeks.

He looked over his shoulder in surprise. “Did you just bite me?”

I smiled. “Yep. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while. Now turn around.”

He slowly turned around, and I took his long, thick length in my hand. I leisurely stroked and cleaned his shaft and testicles, then washed them off and knelt in front of him, drawing him into my mouth. Damien watched me with hooded eyes as I worked my lips over his length, then slowly slid his cock down my throat. He didn’t know I didn’t have a gag reflex.

I pulled back, then slowly licked up and down again and sucked on his tip. He jerked but didn’t pull out. I worked him back into my throat, then slid his shaft in and out of my esophagus. I came up for air a few times, then pushed onto his shaft again as I swallowed around him.

He clenched and fought not to come. He finally pulled out and stared down at me, stroking my face. “Did you just deep-throat me for five fucking minutes without gagging once?”

“Yes.”

“Harley, do you have a gag reflex?” he asked slowly.

“No.” I grinned up at him.

His head rolled back, and he looked at the ceiling. “Ho-ly fuck. I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He gazed back down at me. “How long can you go?” His voice was low and husky.

“As long as you want, I think. But you’re big and the problem might be my throat getting rubbed raw.”

His hand cupped my jaw, and he leaned down and kissed me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. “You’re a fucking unicorn, you know that?”

“Because I don’t have a gag reflex?”

“That and a million other reasons. Do you want me to pull out, or can I come down your throat?” he growled.

I pumped his cock a few times. “I don’t have a lot of practice, but you can come down my throat.”

“How many people know about this?” he asked.

“Just you. And Olivia.” Ryan had also known, but I didn’t say that out loud.

He leaned down and kissed my mouth again. “Good, let’s keep it that way,” he said against my lips.

Then he stood and slowly worked his cock into my mouth again.

He stroked my face while he thrust inside me. “Shit, sweetheart. Watching you take my cock down your throat is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

I flushed at his words and felt my nipples contract. He worked himself into the back of my throat again and gritted his teeth.

Staring up at his face and watching him fight for control made my vagina clench and my nipples pebble into hard points. I felt vulnerable and powerful all at once.

He reached down and cupped my breasts, then played with my nipples as he thrust in and out of my mouth. After stroking himself there for a few moments, he sped up his pace, then pushed all the way in and pulsed down my throat. He groaned long and low as he came, and my vagina spasmed at the sound.

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