Page 22 of Unveiled

“But I want to. I want you, Rush. You. All of you.” Before he could protest again, she placed her lips on the silky head and swallowed as much of him as she could without gagging.

“Fuuuuuck.” He harshly whispered. She could feel the tension in his entire body, which only encouraged her to continue. Before long, his hips were doing sexy micro thrusts, and he was growling like a feral animal.

“Babes, I’m about to come.” He reached down and tried to dislodge her, but she upped the suction factor from Hoover to Dyson. The longer she sucked his cock, the louder his litany of curses got. She’d never swallowed before because she hadn’t wanted to. Something was different with Rush. She just hoped she didn’t fuck it all up.

Rush roared and surged forward. She gagged as the first hot jet hit the back of her throat, but she overcame it. Before Rush was through, Tatum was savoring every drop.

The hand in her hair fell away. She rocked back and wiped at her mouth while looking up at him. It was a powerful picture she saw. Rush’s head was thrown back, his arms limp at his sides. His chest inflated and deflated violently as he gulped air. She’d done that to him. Her, Tatum Faye Winston, who the last man she’d been with led her to believe she was mediocre at best.

Instead of rising to her feet, she sat back on her heels and enjoyed the sight of a strong gorgeous man she’d just brought to his metaphorical knees. The movement of his chest slowed significantly, and his face tipped down. Satisfaction shown in his eyes, and the smile he gave her was absolutely wicked.

“Damn, Babes. I’m going to need a little recovery time before we can continue, but can I just say, this. . .” He nodded his head down at her and she tracked his gaze. She imagined she looked like the perfect little submissive, on her knees staring up at her master with admiration, hands folded in her lap, awaiting his command. “This might be worth exploring in the future. I thought you couldn’t be more beautiful, but this sight is pushing me to realize your beauty is limitless.”

Tatum burrowed into the gentle touch on her cheek. It disappeared as he reached under her arms and helped her stand. “Come on, let’s snuggle and take a power nap so we can recharge. ‘Cause I can’t wait to have all of you.” Rush threw back the cover and she slid under. He snatched the pillow from the floor and joined her. Snuggling into the little spoon position, she breathed a sigh of comfort.

Tatum traced the small tattoo on his wrist. He prayed she wouldn’t ask about it. Any of the others had awesome stories, but not that one. That was a lost bet in Florida with a bald-headed tattoo artist he met over buschwackers and pool. It wasn’t bad ink, it was tight as fuck, but he didn’t want to admit he let a stranger pick it because he scratched on the eight-ball.

Rush leaned over, turned her face upward, and leaned in for a languid kiss, one she didn’t immediately return.

“What’s wrong?” She saw the insecurity creep back across his features from the corner of her eye.

Turning her body to lie on her back, she reached for his face. “Nothing, it’s just, um, Dale never wanted to kiss me after, even though I never swallowed. He thought it was gross.”

Rush brought his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “First, there is nothing about you that’s gross.” He kissed her again.

“Second, what you did was amazing, and hell, it’s mine, so it doesn’t bother me. Plus, it was sexy as fuck.” He kissed her once more, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and bringing hers into his, sucking it before nipping her lip.

“Thirdly, I asked, so this one’s on me, but in the future, please don’t speak another man’s name when we’re in bed. We can call him skidmark or taint stain, whatever. We’ll come up with something fitting.”

He dropped a kiss on her nose. “Now, let’s sleep so I can wake you up with my cock.” Rush curled around her, holding her in place, and closed his eyes. She drifted off to sleep feeling cherished.

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