Page 87 of A Ballad of Betrayal and Beauty

Slowly, slowly, slowly I begin to kiss a path down, along his collarbone, his chest, taking my time to revel in the hard muscles. His body tenses as my tongue wets the skin of his abs.

“Shit,” he whispers.

“Is this okay?” I ask, my fingers finding the button of his jeans.

He props himself up on his elbows as I kneel between his legs.

“I think you tricked me,” he says with a grin. “Pretty sure I intended to get in your pants first.”

I laugh and pop the button on his jeans. “You can take care of me after I suck your cock.”

Suddenly, he’s sitting up, grabbing me by the arms and flipping me over onto my back again. “Not acceptable. It’s you first or us together.”

My eyes widen, and a flash of mischief streaks through his eyes when I catch his meaning. Heat floods my cheeks and he smirks devilishly before snagging my bottom lip with his teeth.

A sharp gasp escapes my lips and I’m so keyed up it won’t take much to get me off right now. His fingers hook into my shorts, making quick work of pulling them down along with my underwear. I wait in breathless anticipation as he sits on his heels to finish undoing his pants, his gaze heavy.

“You look so good underneath me,” he says.

“Damn, Joel, maybe you should get a job with me,” I tease.

He laughs and kicks off his pants, pushing his boxers down to release his perfect cock, standing hard and dripping before me. We’re still for a moment before he slowly strokes himself up and down. I swallow hard, then crawl up to my hands and knees to look up at him.

“I want to taste you in the back of my throat.”

With a visible shudder, his eyes darken and a hunger I’ve yet to see takes over.

“You can choke on my cock, Dusty, but not unless you’re riding my face.”

In a flash he’s turning and lying down, his head next to my knees before he lifts one of my legs over him, my pussy hovering an inch from his mouth. Without any warning, he grasps my thighs and pulls me down.

“Oh god,” I cry as his tongue finds my clit, impressed by not only this man’s desire to go down on me, but for doing it so enthusiastically. His tongue swirls and swirls, and I’m sure I’m so wet right now that I’m dripping on his face. The sounds he makes with his mouth are sinful, and I suddenly worry he might not be able to breathe. I move to lift myself up, but he only grabs me tighter.

“Just worried you might suffocate,” I say through moans of delicious pleasure.

A smack comes down on my ass. Not hard enough to hurt but sharp enough to make my whole body clench.

“If that’s how I go,” he murmurs, each word spoken into my most sensitive spot, “then I’ve truly lived up to my rockstar potential. Now sit on my fucking face, gorgeous.”

He pulls me again, and I can’t fight it. I need his tongue on me. I need to feel him in my mouth. Bending forward, I grasp his dripping cock and tease the tip with my tongue. His leg twitches as I swirl around the head, my brain trying to focus as pleasure rips through me. I continue, and his tongue halts, a deep moan radiating through him as I swallow him down to the base.

“Fuck.” He pauses, gives the flesh at my thigh a punishing squeeze. “Your mouth is so goddamn hot. I knew it would be. Knew it would be the best I’ve ever had.”

With a hiss, he smacks my ass again, this time a little harder, and it stings so good as his tongue finds my clit again, mixing the pleasure and pain together.

I hum around his cock, bobbing up and down as his hips start to gently rock us back and forth. Fuck, this is so hot. My pussy throbs and clenches desperately, and I almost miss the intimate pressure against my back entrance.

I lift myself up, his cock making a loudpopas I try to identify the strange feeling.

“Tell me to stop if you need to,” he says, and it finally clicks together. He’s pressing his thumb against my asshole.

“I—ahh . . . umm,” I mumble, but the pressure of his finger and the skill of his tongue together has my thighs shaking on either side of his head. “No,” I breathe. “Don’t—don’t stop.”

He pulls me back tight to his face and I can’t concentrate anymore. I absently stroke his cock as his tongue flicks and swirls, his thumb pressing gently inside of me. My hips rock and I realize I’m riding his face like a mechanical bull. My legs go numb all the way to my toes, and an animalistic moan erupts from my throat as I come.

I’m still trying to catch my breath as Joel’s hips rock into my hand with a sudden frenzy, and a moment later, he groans, cum spilling over my hand and his stomach. My body is limp as I roll off of him, and I stare up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. His hand reaches for mine over the sheets and I smile from the contact.

“You okay?” he rasps, thumb gently rubbing over my knuckles.

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