Page 126 of Drop Shot
“I mean it. The second you start to feel funny I’ll stop. Promise.”
“Mhm,” I whimper. “I-I thought you wanted me on my knees.”
His mouth finds my ear. “I want you any way I can have you.”
His fingers find their way beneath my shorts, and he grins against my mouth when he finds me without panties. That grin only grows more wicked when he finds how wet I am.
“You weren’t kidding,” he groans. “Youareintrigued.”
“I’ve never done anything like this, but I trust you.”
He groans, pulling back to look me in the eye. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I stifle a laugh and hold onto his shoulders. “That I trust you?”
“Yes,” he groans. “So fucking sexy knowing you trust me with your body. Can I take this off?” His fingers toy with the band of my jog bra. I nod, breathless and he groans, burying his head in my neck. “What did I tell you earlier, baby? I need your words.”
“Take it off.”
He doesn’t hesitate to push the bra up over my breasts.
“Arms up,” he tells me, and I do as instructed. He shoves the bra up my arms and off, dropping it behind his shoulders where it lands on the bench. “These fucking tits of yours. Idreamabout them. They’re so fucking perfect.”
I gasp when he swirls his tongue around my left nipple, lapping at it until it’s a stiff, taut peak. He gives the same attention to the one on the right. I squirm against him, seeking friction from the erection pressing against me.
“Do you think you could come like this?” he murmurs the question in a way that has me questioning whether or not he intends for me to answer. “I bet you could, but that’s a challenge for another day. This is going to be dirty and quick.”
He sets me down and rips his shirt off over his head. When his hands go to his shorts, I shake my head and drop to my knees in front of him. I look up between my lashes at him.
“You don’t have to, Whim.”
“A promise is a promise.”
He lets me pull his shorts down, his cock nearly smacking me in the face. “That wasn’t very nice,” I scold it.
His body shakes with laughter and I’m certain his dickwouldhit me if I wasn’t gripping the base.
“Are you talking to my dick?”
“Yeah, it almost smacked me. That was rude.”
He shakes his head. “Oh, Whimsy girl. You?—”
I shut him up when I take his length into my mouth. God he’s big. Long and thick. Almost too much, but somehow the perfect amount for me.
He stumbles back but catches himself. Reaching down, he pulls my hair back in his fist.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs lowly. “I’m never getting sick of the sight of you on your knees with those plump lips wrapped around my cock.”
I let him go with a pop, wiping my saliva off my mouth with the back of my hand. “You like making a mess of me?”
His eyes darken. “You have no fucking idea.”
When I go to take him in my mouth again, he grips me by the shoulders and pushes me toward the bench. “Bend over.”
I do as I’m instructed, and he yanks my shorts down to my knees. My ass in the air for him and anyone else that might open the door.
It’s vulnerable and sends a shiver down my spine, but I don’t tell him to stop.
