Page 48 of The Lightkeeper

Cautiously, I pulled him toward the back of my throat. I wanted to make him lose control the way I did. More than that, I wanted him to be free of all the weight and trauma he carried, even if it was just for a few seconds.

Closing my eyes, I sucked harder, my cheeks pulling tight to his length as I felt him bottom out against the back of my throat. This time, I’d gone slow enough to keep the urge to gag at bay, and the reward was more than I could’ve hoped.

“You feel so good, Aurora,” he groaned, and I couldn’t help but note how he’d said thatIfelt good, not a genericthat feels so good.“So fucking beautiful taking all my cock.”

I shivered with the praise, moving back and twirling the tip of my tongue around his head until he grunted and thrust uncontrollably into my mouth.Yes.

“Stroke me,” he growled, rocking harder into my mouth, and I greedily slurped him in. “I want to see your tiny hand try to hold my big cock.”

I gripped him firmly, my fingers unable to touch around his girth. I stroked near his base as my tongue swirled and sucked on his tip.I wondered if…his low curse and the tightening of his hold in my hair confirmed that my experiment of cupping his balls with my other hand was a success.

His breath was ragged now. Shredded over the sharp pull of pleasure as I stroked and sucked his cock.

“Fuck, sea star.Your mouth is killing me.” He rubbed my cheek. The edge of my lips. Massaged the back of my scalp. Everything was encouraging me to do more.

I picked up my pace, my heart hammering just as hard as if I were the one on the brink of another orgasm. Over and over, I pulled him deeper into my mouth until he couldn’t go any farther. Tears clung to my eyelashes each time my throat tried to swallow around him, saliva leaking from the corners of my mouth, but it was worth it.

To hear the noises of pleasure he made… to feel how his cock swelled even larger… to watch this immovable man become undone with pleasure…it was worth every second.

His hand turned to steel on the back of my head, holding it firm as he began to thrust hard and fast. I moaned and stroked him with my tongue, wanting him to know that I wanted more of this, even if my mouth was too full to beg for it.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he hissed, his hips starting to pump frantically.

I moaned around him. It was all I wanted—to make this man lose his control. And I wasn’t sure what prompted me—where the thought came from—except that it was what he’d done to me at that moment, but I slid my hand from his balls back toward his puckered hole.

He tensed. “Aurora?—”

I didn’t even push my finger inside, I only pressed it to the sensitive rim, but it was enough. He exploded like a storm unleashed, slamming against the back of my throat with a feral shout as his cock stretched impossibly thick and then erupted, the hot spurts of his release shooting straight down my throat.

A guttural growl ripped from his chest as he inched back a second later so I could breathe, his cock still filling my mouth with his cum. I continued to gently suck him, my tongue tracing and swirling around his length and head, trying to memorize every inch of him as his body came down from release.

Minutes later, his hands tightened in my hair, carefully pulling out of my lips with a low hiss.

I stared at his length, slick with my saliva, still thick, and cum still oozing from the tip.

“Aurora.” His hands angled my head up, my jaw going slack when my eyes met his. “Push your tits together.”

I obeyed, cupping my breasts and jamming my cleavage together. I didn’t know what was hotter—his stare or the groanthat escaped him. One hand reached out and began plucking my nipple where it protruded between my fingers. His other hand gripped his shaft, pumping the length with hard strokes.

I let out a little sigh of pleasure, watching him touch himself, and within seconds, his cock was jerking with another orgasm, hot cum spurting over my chest. It wasn’t nearly as much as the first time, but the fact that there was a second time was impressive.

Again, the difference between experience and education: as a general rule, multiple orgasms were a female gift, but in this case, Kit Kinkade was the exception.

“It was my turn to make a mess,” he said gruffly, grabbing the washcloth from the floor and wiping off my chest.

“That was part of my experiment,” I murmured.

His eyes caught mine. “That was one hell of an experiment.”

“Kit.” I shivered.

“Here.” He hauled my clothes off the floor and dumped them onto the bed. “I don’t want you to catch a chill.”

I looked at the pile.If I put them back on, did that mean I was leaving?When I turned back to ask, Kit was buttoning up his pants, his expression tight.

“I’ll drive you back to your B&B.”

Well, that answered that.

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