Page 38 of Vow of Revenge
“And what’s that, hmmm?” My lust was revving, full throttle. I knew exactly what he wanted.
“I want my dick in here.” He reached forward and ran the pads of his fingers down my lips. His mouth forged a smug grin that I had come to expect. “I want my dick in your virgin mouth, stretching it wide. I want to watch your eyes glow as you taste me.”
I nearly choked on my own tongue, gulping hard at his brash and to the point instructions. My heart was preparing to jump out of my mouth and my clitoris was burning with sweet torture. “You didn’t believe me that night when I told you I’d never wrapped my mouth around a big, hard, cock before.” I purposefully lengthened the blow job description just to see his reaction.
Kaleb’s pulse thrummed in his neck, a quickening tempo that was barely noticeable, but this time I saw it. There was no hiding his reaction, and I loved how he was trying and failing to hide it. The air around us was heavy, suffocating me with ideas of tasting him.
With a swoop of his hand, he cupped my cheeks and brought his warm wet lips down onto mine. I gasped into his open mouth and willingly gave in to the sensual kiss that was quick and hot and predatory. His teeth tugged my lower lip and he sucked before setting it free. That fast and dirty act made my thoughts focus on one thing - I wanted him inside me all over again, no matter the cost to my sanity.
Our silent mutual observation was interrupted by the elderly gentleman who let himself out of the accessible toilet.
“Evening,” he croaked, hobbling past.
“Good evening,” Kaleb announced without moving his eyes from mine. The deep crease on his brow made me think he hadn’t planned that kiss.
Once the man was a few steps away, he stepped into me again. I faltered, drunk on the sensation resting on my mouth, left there by his wicked lips.
A wave of heat swept over my skin. This guy’s magnetism was drawing me in like the waves to the shore. The ferocious intensity in his gaze reverberated darkness through my soul. Did I want to indulge in his danger, again?
He backed me up to the wall, caging me with his arms, his palms pressed at either side of my head. Without laying a finger on me, Kaleb was able to control my quaking body. I hated him for having such a profound effect on me because I felt defenceless and out of control.
“Are you ready, little mouse?” His tone was gravelly and commanding.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“You do.”
“And how would you know that?”
Dropping his nose to my hair, he inhaled quietly. “Tell me you don’t, and I’ll walk away.”
I swallowed hard when his forehead met mine.
“Here?” Was all I could gasp.
His eyes dilated. The blackness of his pupils engulfed the clarity of his crystal blue pools. “Do you want my dick as your first?”
I gulped in defeat. Crazed thoughts whirled. I was captivated by him and there he was, right in front of me, waiting.Did he want me as much as I wanted him?
My insides shook in surrender, conflicting with my screaming gut, begging me to retreat. Was Kaleb the one? The man waiting in the ranks to sweep me off my feet, or was he just a prime asshole who wanted to control and conquer?
Life wasn’t really like the fluffy romance novels. Heroes don’t exist. Happily every afters only occur after pain and heartbreak. Life is cruel, no matter what good intentions we have. I needed to stop over analysing everything and just drop to my knees and suck.
“Yes,” I whispered, licking my lips.
With his mouth inches from mine, his fingers cupped my chin, tipping my head. “I want to hear you gag on it.” His cinnamon breath warmed my lips. Drifting my lashes down to my cheeks, I anticipated the feel of his mouth to mine. The firmness of his contact fell away and my eyes flicked open. “Follow me.”
He didn’t touch me or even take my hand, instead he strode ahead with a casual swagger, his tight ass hidden under the flap of his jacket. I teetered behind, along the empty corridor that smelled of freshly made gingerbread.
“The conference room will give us privacy.” The door opened and he vanished inside.
It didn’t matter what this guy expected from me, or how he seemed to know I’d agree, because right now all I wanted was him.
The reality of my situation was slap bang in front of me. I had to perform the best blow job of my life or face eternal shame and embarrassment. This wasn’t me; I was happier at home where I could create my own plot twists and happy ever afters.
My mouth watered when his hard shaft escaped the prison of his boxer briefs, the zipper to his trousers wide open like welcoming arms. It was truly magnificent and a sight to behold. Stripping my eyes from his manhood, I locked eyes with the devil and saw myself burning in the flames.
I hitched the length of my dress to my knees and dropped before him, not in surrender but in necessity. I shuffled forward, inhaling his erotic musky scent deep into my lungs. It was just how I remembered. The familiar smell burned in my core. Palming the shaft, my tongue flicked over the slit on his silky soft crown. It felt satiny soft compared to the bulging veins along the length.
