Page 32 of Cocky Player

How quickly would she learn to use her mouth?

Hesitating, she leaned in closer and ran her tongue over her lips before pressing them to my tip.

“Fuck,” I grunted at the first, hot and wet feel of her.

Her wide, green eyes peered up at me through her long lashes.I couldn’t peel my eyes off them as she took me deeper.Her hand and mouth worked to find a rhythm that made me fight against rolling my eyes back into my head.

This wasinsane.Her inexperience was clear in her hesitant movements, the soft flicks of her tongue but goddamn I was at risk of blowing at any moment.

“Suck harder,” I grunted, fighting against thrusting into her.“And don’t forget my balls.Play with them, lick them.”

She hummed around my thick dick where veins pulsed around my length.Good God, I’d never been so hard.So hot.So terrified at the thought that when I did come she could render me useless.I locked my knees and fought against shoving my dick all the way down her throat as she found the rhythm andexcelled.

Holy shit this woman is a master at everything she touches.

“Yes.Like that.”I didn’t know if my words made sense and she’d long since closed her eyes, tears leaking out of the outer edges but then her movements increased, her mouth tightened, her suction so fabulous I put pressure on her scalp.

“Close, if you don’t want…”

“I want,” she muttered, pulling off and then taking me deep, so fucking deep I felt her gag against the head of my cock before she pulled back and Jesus Christ it was sexy.

Her gags.Her surprised whimper.The way her other hand slid down the front of her to her slit.Holy fuck.Gagging on my dick turned her on.Pleasure whipped through me, white hot in intensity and I pushed forward, gagging her again.

Her fingers moved on her clit faster, harder.

Her hand gripped me fiercely and then she sucked, took me deep, not all the way, but so damn deep, I couldn’t fight it.

“Fuck, Brenna.Coming,” I warned her.She swallowed deeper and then I blew down her throat.My orgasm barreled down on me so fast there was no hope of stopping it.

And through it, she worked herself, bringing herself to another orgasm with her fingers, moaning around my softening dick and sending a quick shot of pain and pleasure straight to my balls.

My knuckles ached as I untangled them from her hair before bending down and kissing her.I took her tongue into my mouth, ravaged her with a kiss until we were both kneeling on the floor, gripping and whimpering.

Nothing in my life had ever felt so damn right.My world spun around me.

How in the hell was I supposed to keep my distance when I wanted her so damn badly?

“Come on,” I said, gripping her waist as I stood and bringing her to me.“I need to lie down.”

She laughed softly, warm breath skating across my shoulder as I swooped her into my arms and carried her to the couch.I laid us down, rolled to my side so she faced me.Grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch, I draped it over us.

“Rest, just for a moment.”The urge to hold her, to comfort her and care for her after everything she’d done for me was so foreign I didn’t even know if I was cuddling the correct way.

Unbelievable.I hadn’t anticipated learning anything from her and yet there I was, uncertain.

“You’re pretty amazing,” she whispered, her hand at my chest, my shoulder.She traced my flesh with her fingertips, growing more comfortable and confident every time we were together.

I curled my arm around her, settled my hand on one of her ass cheeks and held her to me.We said little as we relaxed, my lips inevitably finding her forehead time and time again as she laughed and traced freckles on my chest, pretending to draw shapes.Animals.Constellations.Every brush of her skin brought a new design and the occasional tickle on my ribs.

It was more peaceful than any ending to a night of sex I’d ever had…and the irony, that we hadn’t actually had sex yet wasn’t lost on me.

So much for keeping passion out of what we had.

“I’m sorry I was an ass tonight,” I whispered.She’d been so honest with me, so upfront on what she wanted and expected.

Her hand stilled and then wrapped around my bicep, squeezing.Tilting her head back, her smile turned playful.“Just because you’re apologizing doesn’t mean I’m telling you my fantasies.”

Minx.

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