Page 27 of Love Her

“Always,” I said, with a hiss, as he turned to kiss me, hard, pulling my head down so his mouth could meet mine, even as his other hand took mine and shoved it into his jeans.

He kissed me hot and hard, not afraid of clashing teeth, or of biting, as I rose up behind him, pressing my breasts into his back, feeling my hips ache with blinding need—the same need he had, as I felt his dick rise beneath my hand—and then he pushed me away, fully turning to see me, breathing hard.

“You look beautiful in the shadow,” he murmured—and I realized here, with him, was possibly the longest I’d ever managed to be even partially in the dark.

Then he lay down, and unbuttoned his jeans—he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath, and so his cock rode up in a strong, proud line against his stomach.

“Eat,” he commanded—and I crawled down the bed to do so.

15

RHAIM

Lia crouched like an animal on the edge of my bed, braced with one arm, holding my dick with the other, lapping my precum away like my dick was a lollipop—and giving me furtive looks, because she wanted to be sure that I was watching.

I wondered how many other men had used her constant need for approval against her—whereas I was going to use it to drive her to greater heights.

“Do you like sucking dick, Lia?” I asked her, reaching down to pull a lock of hair out of her way, tucking it behind her ear.

My query set her back, and her ass fell to her heels, as she looked over at me, my dick still in her hand. “Not…really?”

That made me rise up on my elbows in surprise. “Huh.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly—then caught herself as I glared at her. “I mean—you wanted me to tell you the truth, right?”

“I did—and I do.”

“Well—I guess the truth is I want to like it? For you. Because,” she started, and then stared off out the window. “When I’ve done it before, it hasn’t always been fun,” she said, in a rush, where I couldn’t see her.

“Look at me,” I demanded, and she turned her head back, but her eyes didn’t meet mine.

It was all too easy to imagine some idiot her own age forcing her to give him head—once I’d dealt with Marcus, I’d have Sable go through the rest of her files, and murder anyone else who’d ever fucked her.

I’d hate to accidentally miss the man.

“C’mere,” I said, reaching up and pulling her down, so that she was curled up against me, her head on my chest. “What are you feelings about handies?”

That made her relax—and laugh.

“What?” I protested. “I mean, I’d fuck you, but I already fear for the state of your poor pussy?—”

“I can use my hand. No problem,” she said, reaching down—I caught her wrist before she could grab me though, to bring her palm up to my mouth, and spit on it.

She squealed. “That’s hot. But gross! But hot.”

“Like a lot of things I do. You’ll learn not to question,” I said, then shifted my hips meaningfully.

Her hand was a lot less tentative than her mouth had been. She circled me, stroking up and down, and I sighed, relaxing.

“My turn—what do you like?” she asked.

“Oddly, in this one instance, a little gentleness and civility.”

She bobbed my dick up and down. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Penis,” she said. I laughed, and smacked her ass.

“Do it like you’re exploring,” I said. “Like you’re curious about it.”

“Hmmm.” She let go and ran a fingertip up my dick’s side—it took me a moment to realize she was tracing a vein.

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