Page 65 of Lust
My hardening length pushed painfully against my slacks. Instead of adjusting, I undid my belt and zipper to free my cock. If only she knew how wildly the blood in my veins was thrumming in anticipation.
“Suck,” I ordered, holding myself out for her.
After a moment’s hesitation, Sara leaned forward with her mouth open, taking my tip between her lips.
I rumbled at the first touch.
Oh, God, that felt so fucking good.
The offers might have been in plenty, but I had been quick to deny women in the recent years. I had forgotten the feel of a silky-smooth tongue tracing my crown with saliva. It felt so fucking good that my head dropped backward with an open growl.
Holy shit. Holy shit. The warm mouth welcomed me inside, greeting my cock like it had come home.
“Close your lips,” I instructed with heavy panting, watching her under hooded eyes.
I guided my cock further inside, both hands on her nape as that silky tongue coated the underside of my length. Slowly and slowly, I slid myself down the moist cave and was only halfway in when Sara laid her hands flat on my thighs.
Presumably, she hadn’t done this before, and someone my size was hardly the best introduction to ease into it. Her inexperience didn’t matter to me. Everything with Sara felt unbelievably good because it washer. I couldn’t even count the number of times this very fantasy had me fisting my dick. It was taking everything in me not to show my hand, not to admit that she might be the one kneeling, but it was me who had submitted to her by losing my cool and breaking the restraints that I never otherwise let loose.
It made me want to spank her ass because her fantasy of the same includedhim. The thought made me want to unleash the demon inside.
“Look at me, Sara,” I growled, and she obeyed. Beautiful gray eyes peeped up through dark lashes.
I pushed myself forward with a hand on the crown of her head. I wanted to go harder, to throb at the back of her throat until I was shooting down.
“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.”
I shoved inside harder, and Sara choked a little. I pulled back, giving her a slight reprieve, only to return for more. She needed a longer break, but I couldn’t mollify the urgent need to thrust deep enough to find the back of her throat. The carnal desire contradicted the tender ways I wiped away the moisture when her eyes watered or praised her for being so good.
Dark tresses bobbed between my legs while I growled at the sky. I had never been so hard before, so swollen that every vein stood to attention with the need for her. My legs vibrated, and I gripped her nape again to hold her in place while I fucked her mouth. I drove into her over and over, back and forth, until my cock throbbed painfully and until I exploded with my cum spilling down her throat.
Sara let go of my cock with a pop, and I had to hold up a hand against the wall next to me so I wouldn’t stumble. She rose to her feet, observing me as if she were expecting me to drop dead at any moment.
Although this moment should have felt like a victory, her scrumptious look made it seem there was more at play than what meets the eye. And because she was such a shitty liar, the answer was readily available if I wanted her to divulge it.
“Tell me, Angel,” I drawled. “It couldn’t have been just concern for little Toby that made you drop to your knees. Why did you really do it?”
“I was hoping something bad would happen to you if I gave in,” she said reflexively with no humor in her tone.
My fists clenched at the sides.
That’s been her genius plan all along?
Sara’s easy acquiescence last night contradicted vastly with her otherwise combative nature. It made sense now. She gave in, hoping it’d be my demise because of this damn curse she believed in. She was convinced everyone who came near her was met with disaster, while overlooking it was simplymekeeping her safe.
I ground my teeth, barely keeping myself under control. This infuriating woman knew how to push every one of my damn buttons.
A slow, sarcastic smile graced my face. “Too bad for you, I’m invincible.”
She shrugged. “Let’s find out.”
Our glaring contest ended when my phone buzzed. “Steve’s here to take care of him,” I informed, looking at my text. “Let’s go,” I said stoically.
Once more, Sara didn’t move.
I frowned. “Steve’s here to take care of him,” I repeated. “What’s the problem now?”
When she hadn’t moved, I realized that she wasn’t leaving until she saw Tobias home safely. I closed my eyes, the ragged breaths not enough to subdue a new wave of anger. I forced the words out of my mouth to give her one last chance, “Sara. I just let it go after you told me why you had agreed to blow me. I’m not in the best headspace. If you choose to stay behind now to take care of that boy instead of leaving with me, I promise you won’t like the consequences.”
