Page 63 of Kentucky Nights
Don’t get me wrong, there isn’t a prettier sight than my fated mate on her knees and her mouth an inch away from my cock.
“Hey, no pressure, Darlin’. You don’t have to do a damn thing you don’t want to do, okay?”
“I do want to. I do. I’m nervous. I don’t think you’ll fit in my mouth.”
“Mmm,” I hum with delight. “That’s just fine. I know another place that takes every inch perfectly.” I tilt my head, allowing my eyes to morph to red before her eyes. “And I love that fucking place.”
The sound of her heart skipping a beat has my cock jerking in her hand.
“You’ll tell me if it doesn’t feel good?”
“Anything you do will feel good, Dru. It’s you. You could read me the damn phone book, and I’d come.”
The freckles on her cheeks become a deeper shade of brown as her face heats.
“It’s okay. I’ll guide you if you need it.” I brush my knuckles down her face, marveling once again at her beauty. She’s a goddess.Mygoddess.
Her fingers and thumb don’t touch. I don’t know if her hand is small or my dick is big, but she’s making me feel on top of the world right now.
She takes her time, and I don’t mind at all. I want this moment to last for as long as she wants it to.
Dru squeezes her hand tighter in an experiment, giving me a tight stroke that makes me gasp.
“Does that feel okay?” she asks, shy and bashful.
“Feeling fucking amazing,” I tell her, loving the glow confidence brings to her face.
She kisses the head of my cock, her big hazel eyes peering up at me to seek approval.
I flash my fangs, wanting her to see how on edge I really am.
Wrapping her plump mouth around me, she sucks in the crown. Her teeth scrape against the flesh, and I punch the wall, shattering the wooden panel.
She slides me from her mouth. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”
“No. I love it. I love the slight pain. Do it again,” I growl the demand.
She smirks, tracing the crown with her tongue, slow and easy for her first time. I tilt my head back, loving how she is experimenting, taking it slow, and wanting to please me.
“That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well, Darlin’. You feel so damn good. I could stand here forever watching you on your knees, my cock in your mouth with your hand around me.”
Praising her adds to her confidence. Her tongue traces around the crown again, dipping into the slit to gather the precome. Sucking me down a few more inches, her tongue continues to massage my shaft while she hollows her cheeks.
I toss my head back, moaning her name, “Dru. Just like that, don’t stop.” Fisting her hair harder, I flex my hips, needing to slip down her throat a little more. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good. This mouth is dangerous. If you think for one minute I’m wasting my come down your throat, you’re wrong. You’re going to sit on my cock and take every fucking drop.” I wrap a hand around her throat, loving the movement I feel in every finger from her head bobbing to take me deeper.
She hums around me, the vibrations sinking into my cock, and I shout my approval. She does it again, and again, bringing me closer to the edge. One hand begins to stroke in tandem with her warm, wet mouth, pulling me deep into her throat.
Dru lightly bites down on my shaft, and I rip her off me by yanking her back by her hair. Picking her up, I spin her around, press her against the wall, and sink as far as I can inside her.
She moans from the intrusion.
“Does that hurt? Because you’re so sore?” I grip her thighs, my claws dragging across her skin.
“So sore,” she replies, hanging her head as the water rushes down her back.
I slide out and then slam back in. “Good,” I growl into her ear. “You’ll always know I was there. That this pussy is all mine. That no other will make you ache the way I do. Isn’t that right?” I kiss the side of her neck, wishing I could take a quick drag from her vein.
So tempting.
