Page 39 of Vow of Revenge
My only fear was involuntarily vomiting if the head of his dick touched my gullet. As long as I could withstand the force, then my aim was to give him the best blow job ever.
I located his warm balls with my searching fingers. I wanted every part of him as my own, and the sensation of his fists tightening in my hair only heightened my frenzy. With a lick and suck and a pop, I gently took his balls into my mouth one at a time. He didn’t make a sound, but I could swear I heard his heartbeat pound like a drum.
His hips jutted into me and his back stiffened. With a featherlight touch, my nails grazed the fabric covering his ass cheeks. Sharp ragged breaths matched the tempo of his bucking hips, forcing his dick further down my throat. I didn’t care that his movements became wild or his constricted grip became ruthless – all I wanted was his release as my own doing.
Kaleb’s thighs clenched when my wet tongue trailed up the underside of his thick cock. A bead of salty pre-cum escaped whether he wanted it to or not. A hand released my curls. Fingers tilted my jaw upwards until our eyes locked. He stared down at me with an unreadable gaze, almost conflicted or satisfied or just beyond aroused. The blue in his eyes darkened like the sky before a summer sunset, bold and blue but kissed with fascination.
Keeping my eyes to his, I slowly inhaled his scent, his length and his essence. Gag reflexes shot into action, but I held it together, letting the urge pass.
“That’s it, fucking gag on it,” he growled.
With my mouth stretched wide, it seemed impossible to have the entire thing down my throat. His chest lifted and fell in bursts and his jaw slackened.
Knowing I couldn’t take the whole thing without it ramming into my lungs, I cupped his balls and placed my right hand around the base of his shaft. Spittle lubricated my firm grasp, helping me to run my hand up and down all the while sucking and pulling with my lips.
His deep gravelly growl startled me. Every cell in my body vibrated with the powerful sensation of his rumble. In that second, I witnessed Kaleb De Courcy unravel. Baring his teeth, he gave in to my teasing torture. Warm salty cum spurted down my throat like a foreign delicacy, feeding my soul and settling in my burning belly. He tasted like heaven with the promise of hell. I liked it like that. I liked him, his taste, his danger – all of it.
My jaw ached and my lips felt puffy and tingly. The adrenaline charging through my body felt like I’d overdosed on caffeine and kisses. It was a powerful realisation that perhaps I was the one in control, not Kaleb.
Righting myself to a stand, I smoothed the fabric of my dress back into place and stood tall before him. His face was blank as his ringed fingers returned his semi solid cock back into its cage, zipping it up for security.
“Was that okay?” I asked, secretly knowing he enjoyed it.
“Yeah. You did good for your first time. Practice makes perfect.”
“Practice?” I scoffed, titling my head back in shock. “But you came. Which means it must have been good?”
His shoulders rose to his ears. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my date.”
I inhaled sharply. “Date? You brought a date with you and approachedmeto suck you off?”
Piercing blues eyes rested on my mouth. “Yeah. Why not?”
“Are you really a fucking asshole, Kaleb?” Anger or jealousy whipped up a storm in my chest.
He sauntered to the door, pulling it open slowly. “We had unfinished business.” I think the bastard actually shrugged. “Now it’s finished. I guess I should thank you for sucking me off. It was fun. Enjoy the rest of your evening, little mouse.”
With tiny determined steps, I stomped straight to him. Glaring up at his handsome face, my heartbeat paused. I fucking hated him, but I didn’t want him to go back to his date, a date, or any date.
In an instant his palm swathed my throat, his face dropped to mine, hot puffs of air caressed my cheek. Fingers tightened, just a little, as he angled my lips to his. Coarse prickles dug into my chin when he breathed me in to his lungs. The kiss wasn’t a soft, tender moment, but it was rough with his lips bruising mine, our teeth clashing.
I didn’t know whether I couldn’t move, or if I was just dumbstruck by the intensity. The soft material of his shirt brushed my fingertips, and it was only when he broke away that I realised I was gripping his jacket for support.
What a fool.
I submitted all over again.
I couldn’t stop myself.
Kaleb quietly stared at me, then with one lucid movement, he dipped down and kissed the tip of my nose. My quick inhalation was a clear indication that he’d just shocked me with such a tender act. Right after his lips retreated, he looked away.
“Enjoy the rest of your night.” Even his deep sultry timbre reverberated in my core.
“I will, because now I know how easy it is to make a man cum with just my mouth, I’ll have to try it again. There’s plenty of good-looking guys here tonight. So, thanks for that.” I wanted a reaction. I was mentally begging for one.
Sliding his hands into his pockets, his mouth curved at one corner. “And maybe my date will do it better?”
In a whoosh, a super surge of heat rocketed up my neck to my scalp. Fucking bastard. “I witnessed your surrender, Kaleb De Courcy. You loved it. Don’t try to deny it.”
