Page 52 of The Stolen Dagger
He was big. Bigger than I was used to. His dick stood straight up and curved slightly toward his stomach. A bead of precum glistened on the tip, and without thinking, I leaned forward and licked him.
“Fuck.” Drew’s breath hitched. “Didn’t expect that.”
Did I just do that? What’s gotten into me?
Drew,I thought.It’s him.
With anyone else I was sure to be embarrassed, but not with him. He made me feel confident and comfortable enough to explore this side of myself.
“Sorry,” I said seductively, not sounding apologetic at all, and wrapped my hand around his hard cock.
He was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around him, but I moved my hand up and down in a steady rhythm. “Is this better?”
Drew focused on my movements with lust-filled eyes that were so dark and blown, they almost looked black in the low-lighting of his living room.
“Oh, fuck, darlin’,” he breathed out. “Keep doin’ that.”
So I did.
I worked his cock in my hand, reveling in the warmth and hardness of him as I slid my hand up, then down.
Up. Down.
Then faster before slowing again.
Faster. Slower.
His breath hitched on a moan, and I was entranced by the sound. I wanted him to make more sounds like that. So, I applied more pressure and sped up my movements.
But then, even that wasn’t enough.
I wanted more. I wanted another taste.
Keeping eye contact with Drew, I lightly gripped the base of his cock, closed my mouth over the tip, and sucked. As the saltiness of him hit my tongue, I moaned around him.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Right there.” His hands tangled in my hair at the back of my head and held me steady as I continued exploring him. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock filling your mouth.”
He throbbed along my tongue, and I was all too aware of the whimper that escaped his mouth.
When his head tilted back in pleasure, a sense of pride rushed through me. It was empowering knowing I could elicit such pleasurable noises from him.
Curious to what else I could evoke from him, I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. When he reached the back of my throat, I gagged and instinctually pulled back.
It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just full, and I wanted more.
“Goddamn,” Drew said, breathless. “If you do that again, I’ll come down your pretty little throat.”
Wanting him to do just that, I leaned forward to take more of his delicious dick when he pulled me off him by my hair.
“No more,” he said, breathing heavily with a mischievous look in his eyes. “It’s my turn.”
DREW
That was allthe warning I gave before I lifted her off the floor and onto the wooden coffee table.
She made a noise of surprise but spread out before me like my own personal meal. I made quick work of discarding her bra and pushed her down gently as I latched my mouth onto hers again.
At the first swipe of her tongue on my dick, I had felt like a damn teenager. I had to stop from coming all over her beautiful face.
