Page 380 of Phobia
My chest fluttered with shallow breaths. “And how would you handle another touching me?” I pressed my hand between his pecs, bare skin peeking out from his overcoat. His large horn pendant on its black cord shifted under my touch. “Would you be okay with my husband licking me like you did?”
His muscles flexed under my hand. I could feel his aggravation in the absence of his words.
One by one, I undid the line of buttons on his coat, continuing my provocation. “At least I’m still a virgin. My pussy will still be nice and tight for my husband on our wedding night.”
“Songbird,” he warned, the tone of his voice stern enough to rumble my core.
My fingers followed the trail of ridges down his abs, and I kept on goading him. “I still don’t know how to ride a man yet, so maybe he’d teach me to take his cock through all the pain.”
Bastien’s shoulders stiffened at my stinging words. His glare was hot on my skin, burning me layers deep. If my mouth angered him this much, then perhaps he should have thought harder before urging me to free my tongue. My vulgarity was all his fault.
I hooked a finger under the waist of his pants, the light smattering of hair teasing my skin. One last button kept me from seeing what the ridge between his legs looked like. “Is that what you want? For the first cock that passes through my lips to belong to another man?”
Without warning, his hand flew to my hair, yanking on my loose tendrils and forcing me to meet his scalding attention. His mouth hovered over mine like he was ready to sink his teeth into my supple flesh. My fingers stayed rooted to his waistband, gripping it like a lifeline.
“Yeh like games, li’l girl?” His nostrils flared. “Think yeh can manipulate my feelings? I ain’t stupid ol’ Adam, my cunning Eve. I am the motherfucking viper in this story, so yeh best yield to my temptation, my hot li’l fuck.”
His mouth descended on mine, marking me as his. His tongue massaged mine with hot and sensual strokes. He ate my mouth so well, proving that whether it be lips or cunts, he was a master with his mouth.
I was panting for air when he broke our kiss. He toyed with my earlobe, rolling it around his tongue before giving it a tug with his teeth. “Mark my words: no man could ever fill y’er mouth the way that I could. Yeh hear me?”
His jealousy sent my belly fluttering at the speed of moth wings. “What does it taste like?”
The smirk that tipped his lips was an eager one. “Why don’t yeh try me for yourself?” His dare dangled between us, waiting for me to reach out and grab it.
I drew my head back slightly and looked up at him through my lashes. “Will you teach me?”
He chuckled, satisfaction brimming in his eyes. The first item of clothing to go was my robe. The next victim was the neckline of my nightgown, releasing my tits as he tore the fabric open.
“On your knees, little songbird.”
I eagerly obeyed, my knees hitting the wet dirt with a soft thud and combed my gaze over the vast length of the bulge in front of me.
“Take it out,” he ordered, huskiness coating his deep voice.
With clumsy fingers, I undid the buttons and tugged his pants down. His cock erupted from the fabric, standing at glorious attention. I took in every inch of him with my eyes before my mouth would have the honor of doing the same. The dark color of it reminded me of liquid chocolate. The shaft was smooth except for the vein that ran down the length of it.
A bead of moisture had collected at the rounded tip, and my tongue swiped over my lips reflexively.
“Don’t waste any of it,” he warned.
I sucked in a breath and passed the tip of my tongue over the dribble. His breath wavered as I tasted the stickiness.Just like the deep sea—salt-covered danger.
His heavy, feral eyes watched as the liquid thread between his head and my tongue stretched thin, eventually disappearing into the night.
“Lick it again.”
This time, I took the entire head into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. The groan of appreciation that escaped him electrified me. Bastien was far more experienced than me, most likely having enjoyed this more than once in the past by women who, unlike me, knew what they were doing. Yet, here he was—my teacher—fisting my hair like it would kill him if I stopped. The rush of power thrilled me.
So, I continued. I flattened my tongue and moved up his length. It was difficult to breathe with my mouth so full; my breaths came and went as huffs, like I was hyperventilating.
Bastien massaged my scalp. “Relax, little songbird. Let y’er mouth adjust to my size.”
I paused and caught my bearings, then took him slower than before to allow my lungs to fill steadily with air.
He hummed achingly slowly, matching my pace. “That’s my girl. Yeh look so pretty with me in y’er mouth, like y’er lips were made for my cock.”
I couldn’t take any more of him, even though there was still a good two inches left before I would reach the base.
