Page 91 of Stolen Harmony
“Good boy,” he gasped, “That’s it. Take it, Rowan. Take it for daddy.”
I hummed in approval, tongue working at the head of his cock, teasing the slit, tasting precome through the cloth. His thighs tensed, flexing, the muscle hard and thick under my palms. I squeezed, loving how big he was, how strong. Howmuch power he had, and how willingly he was giving it to me now.
I pulled back, licking my lips, then climbed up his body, straddling his hips again, grinding our cocks together through our underwear. The friction was perfect—hot, messy, filthy.
I bent down, biting at his jaw, kissing him hard, sharing the taste of his own sweat and precome.
“You smell so fucking good,” I whispered, grinding down harder. “Could spend all night with my face in your pits, your cock in my mouth.”
He groaned, clutching at my ass, pulling me tighter, rutting up against me, desperate.
“God, you’re filthy,” he panted, eyes dark with need. “You like making daddy feel good? Like worshipping my body?”
“Love it,” I breathed, lips ghosting over his ear. “Love being your good boy. Love how big you are—how strong. How you could break me if you wanted.”
He laughed, low and dangerous, but there was a tremor in it, a vulnerability that made my heart twist.
“Would never break you,” he said, soft for a second, one hand tracing my jaw. “Only want to keep you. Want to see you fall apart for me.”
“Then let me,” I whispered, kissing his palm, then trailing kisses down his arm, his bicep, back to his chest.
I buried my face in his pit again, licking, sucking, marking him. He shivered, sweat beading, hands in my hair, holding me close.
“God, Rowan—please—” he begged, hips jerking, cock leaking, so hard now it looked almost painful.
I licked my way down, nuzzling his cock through his briefs, mouthing the head, dragging my tongue along the wet spot, sucking, teasing him with just enough pressure to keep him on edge.
He gasped, head thrown back, hands fisting the sheets, lost in it, letting me have him, letting me worship every inch.
When I finally looked up, his eyes were wild, pupils blown, chest heaving.
“You’re gonna let me taste you for real?” I whispered, breath hot against his cock.
He nodded, broken, voice a whisper. “Anything, baby. Anything you want.”
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet,” I promised, voice dark and hungry. “Not even close.”
I slid lower, kneeling between his spread thighs. I hooked my fingers under the waistband, glancing up at him, waiting for any last second of hesitation. All I saw was hunger—raw, unguarded, greedy.
I peeled the briefs down slow, savoring every inch as I revealed him. The fabric dragged over the swollen head of his cock, and he groaned, hips jerking up. When I finally freed him, his cock slapped up against his belly, thick and flushed and leaking a bead of precome that glistened in the low light.
My breath caught. He was huge—easily ten and a half inches, thick all the way down, heavy balls hanging between strong, muscled thighs. I couldn’t help the greedy sound that escaped me, the way my hands immediately wrapped around the base, thumb and forefinger barely meeting.
“Fuck,” I whispered, eyes wide. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
He let out a shaky laugh, but it died off quick, replaced by that same, desperate need. “Never had anyone want it like you do,” he admitted, voice rough.
I let my grip slide up, thumb tracing the ridge, the swollen veins, the leaking slit. I watched his face as I stroked him, slow and easy, savoring every twitch, every flex of muscle. “You like being big, don’t you?” I teased, leaningdown to nuzzle at the base, dragging my nose up the thick shaft.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Always liked being the biggest. Makes it better when you call me daddy.”
I grinned, biting gently at the side of his cock, then licked a long stripe from base to tip, letting spit drip down over the head. “Want to see how much I can take, daddy? Want to feel me choke on it?”
He made a guttural sound, head thrown back, fists tangled in the sheets. “Yeah. Show me. Be a good boy.”
I circled the head with my tongue, teasing the slit, tasting salt and heat. I licked slow, letting spit pool on the head, working it over with long, slow strokes. I kissed down the shaft, then took him in my mouth—just the tip at first, sucking, tongue swirling, lips tight.
He gasped, hips jerking up, and I held him down with a hand splayed wide on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath my palm. “Fuck, Rowan—so good, baby. That’s it. Show daddy how much you want it.”
