Page 100 of The Runaway and the Rugged
Her eyes snapped to mine.
“How hot you look,” she responded, nibbling dangerously onto her bottom lip. “How I want to make you feel good with my mouth.”
Fuck.
A rush of nerves and excitement flooded me. Usin’ my hand, and rarely at that, was the only action my cock had been gettin’. The thought of her perfect mouth sliding down my shaft, workin’ her way down to the base before comin’ back up to my piercing, made me feral.
“How long have you been wantin’ my cock in your mouth, Outlaw?”
Cheeks flushed in a soft, rosy hue, she let out a breathy sigh.
“For a while now, but ever since seeing that you had a… piercing, I can't stop thinking about how it would feel,” she admitted with a slight tremble in her tone, but her gaze never strayed from mine.
Attagirl.
“That right, baby?” I went to undo my belt at a slow, leisurely pace until lowering my zipper. Emelia seemed mesmerized by motion, watchin’ closely with a stuttering breath and a lazy nod. “Take my cock out,” I demanded.
Eyes wide, she pulled my briefs down until my cock sprang free. Tip glistening, veins throbbing, I’d never been so hard in my damn life. And it didn’t help that the most stunnin’ woman I’d ever laid eyes on was perfectly positioned between my legs, starin’ at my cock like she wanted to swallow it whole.
Moments later, she reached her hand out and wrapped it firmly around my length. A low growl tore through my mouth as I tipped my head back.
“Fuck… your hand, baby,” I hissed, needin’ some friction.
“You like it?”
I nodded, forcin’ myself not to thrust myself into her grip.
“Like it more if you put your mouth on it,” I growled beneath my breath, and before I knew it, she lowered her head and swiped her tongue along the tip.
My eyes rolled.
Christ.
“Can I…?” Her gaze flickered to the ring on my shaft, and my body hummed with an almost painful urgency.
Yes.
Fuck yes, please.
“It’s all yours, never been used.”
The words had her eyes blazin’ with all kinds of satisfaction. She liked that. Hearin’ no one else had ’em and never would. Greedily, she tugged on my cock, pullin’ a groan from me. It felt fuckin’ phenomenal, leavin’ me gaspin’ for air, and just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did. Wrapping her lips around the head, she sucked me in deep, workin’ her entire way down to my pelvis.
“Oh fuck.” My head fell back, vertically aligned with the ceiling, but I could only see stars. She must have enjoyed my reaction because she took me deeper, firmer, down her throat, all the while moaning.
“You like takin’ this cock down your throat, baby?” I grunted, letting her mouth and tongue work me over until all my restraint collapsed and I formed a perfect grip in her silky hair.
“Look at me.” I growled, forcing her head back to capture her tear-filled gaze. “You’re perfect, so damn perfect, Outlaw.”
Her mouth tightened from the praise.
“That’s right, suck me dry.”
She found my piercing and gently flicked it with her tongue, before I plunged back in. I found the perfect pace, fuckin’ her throat with a fervor that soon turned frantic. I was gettin’ desperate to come, desperate to fill her mouth, when panic seized my movements.
“Oh hell.” My fist clenched tighter in her hair. I was on the brink of euphoria. So damn close I could taste it on my tongue. Just when my body was about to ascend into stillness, Emelia pulled her mouth away, my panic-struck gaze finding hers.
“I don’t want you to come yet.” Her voice cracked, swollen with desire as she rose onto her feet. “I want you to do that inside me.”
