Page 113 of Outlaw Heartstrings
He brushes my clammy tendrils from my face and captures my lips with his again.
There’s something too tender in his kiss, in his touch. It’s too intimate. I have to break the moment. Fast.
“I’m making an executive decision,” I announce, pulling out of the kiss.
“Oh, yes?” One thick eyebrow jerks upward as he looks at me.
I grasp the hem of his T-shirt in my fists, and he lifts his arms, helping me take it off. “I’m adding something new tothe wishlist,” I say as I lean in and start kissing his muscular, tattooed chest.
His flesh shivers under my lips when I start lowering to my knees. “What’s that?”
“I want you to teach me how to suck your cock.”
Easton hisses, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. “It would be a pleasure, Tiny Tiger. Having your mouth on my cock would be a fucking dream come true.” He grips the waistband of his sweats, already pushing them down, along with his boxer briefs.
My breath catches in my throat as he fully reveals his majestic body to me.
Easton Raines is tall like a skyscraper. With satiny skin. Bronzed complexion. Spartan warrior muscles.
And lo and behold, he’s hung like a freaking horse. Of course he is. It only makes sense.
Easton is so damn beautiful. Even more so when he’s naked and I’m down on my knees before him.
He’s the perfect specimen of a man. I always knew it. But now he’s on display for me, up close and personal.
He grabs hold of hismassivecock in hismassivefist, dragging the engorged crown along my bottom lip. On instinct, I lick at the trail of precum he leaves behind.
“Fuck. Do that again,” I say, wanting more of that earthy, salty taste.
Easton obliges, gliding the tip of his erection across my bottom lip before notching the spongy head at the seam of my mouth. “Open up for me, gorgeous.”
My lips separate tentatively as I wonder what I’m going to do with all that cock. That thing is nine inches, minimum. And as thick as a telephone pole.
Okay, slight exaggeration on the telephone pole part.
But even still, an image flashes through my mind—meshowing up at the ER where I work, and having to explain my punctured oesophagus to the medical staff on call tonight.
Eek!
Easton grabs a fistful of my red curls, snapping me out of my trance. He tilts my head back slightly and forces me to stare at him. “You want this, baby? You sure you’re ready?”
I nod, my head restrained by his tight grip on my hair. “I’m ready.”
Eager to show him that I mean it, I lean forward, capturing the head of his shaft in the warmth of my mouth.
“Alba…” he moans.
I give his crown a soft, tentative suck, my eyes darting up to his to gauge his reaction.
“Yes…” he huffs out. “That’s good. Do it again.”
Easton guides my hand to the base of his cock, wrapping my fist around his shaft. I catch on quickly, feeding the shaft back into my mouth.
I suck again, adjusting to the size of his manhood. Then I check back in with his facial expression to make sure I’m not messing this up.
“Am I doing it right…?” I ask, my insecurities bubbling up to the surface.
His hand clasps around the back of my neck, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Yeah, you’re doing it right, baby,” he assures me breathlessly. “Keep going. Make me feel good.”
