Page 58 of Her Fantasy Husband

She licked her lips and heat shot to his groin as an image flashed in his mind, a vision of those soft pink lips wrapped around his dick, and he almost groaned. Would she? If he asked nicely? He didn’t think she had the experience to take the initiative, so it was probably the only way it was going to happen.

Christ, did he want it to happen.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Of course. Anything.”

If you didn’t ask, you didn’t get, and his dick ached just thinking about it. “You ever fantasize about giving blow jobs?”

Her gaze darted to his groin, where it was obvious that he wasn’t disinterested in her answer. She gave a jerky nod.

He blew out his breath.Thank Christ.

She licked her lips again. Was she doing that on purpose? Did he care?

He put his plate on the tray and pushed himself to his feet, crossed the room, and shoved the chair under the door handle once more. He wanted no fear of interruption to spoil this.

When he turned back, her eyes were huge and fixed on him, filled with need and wanting, and his rock hard cock somehow managed to get even harder.

He held her gaze as he pulled at the knot at his hip and tugged the towel free. Then he tossed it to the floor and glanced around the room. There was a fluffy fake fur rug in front of the fireplace, and he strolled over there, feeling her eyes on him all the way. When he came to a halt, she glanced from his face to the rug, then pushed slowly to her feet and came toward him. A foot away, she sank down to her knees and he nearly came. Sadly, this was not going to last long.

“You might have to tell me what to do,” she murmured, peering up at him through her lashes. He was pretty certain at that point that she had to know what she was doing to him. His cock had taken on a mind of its own and was yearning toward her.

“Take your top off.”

Christ, he wanted to see her tits. They were perfect. She reached down, pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. Yes, totally perfect and full, the nipples swollen and dark pink.

Later. He’d focus on those later.

Right now, he needed her mouth on him. And from the look in her eyes, she needed it, too.

“What next?”

“Anything. Do whatever you feel is right. I’ll let you know if it hurts.” When she sat there, head cocked to one side, considering his penis, he groaned. “Please.” He wasn’t above begging.

She shuffled forward a little. In this position, her face was level with his cock, and her soft breath feathered against his sensitive skin. Then she put out her small pink tongue and slowly licked from his balls to the tip.

Oh, God.

She did it again, and he couldn’t take his eyes from the sight of her tongue on his now glistening shaft. But he needed more—this was only increasing the torture. Finally, she took the head in her mouth and sucked. Sensation ripped down his cock, to his balls, up his spine. His hips bucked against her mouth, and she backed away.

“Sorry,” he muttered, but she gave him a sweet smile. “Wrap your hand around him.”

“Him?”

“My cock.”

“Your cock is a him?”

“Of course.”

“Does he have a name?”

“You’re a tease. Wrap your hand around the base and thenhewon’t choke you.”

“Oh.”

She did as he asked, her small hand gripping the base of his cock, and he let himself relax a little. She gave him a quick grin, and then her mouth engulfed him, warm and wet, and he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the pleasure. The world shrank to nothing but the tug of her mouth, the squeeze of her hand. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this needy.

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