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The combination of demand and plea in his tone makes my clit throb, wetness pooling between my legs. I wrap my lips around him without any more teasing, taking him into my mouth.
He’s big, thick and long in a way that used to intimidate me when we first started this. But it doesn’t anymore. Now it’s a challenge that turns me on, pushing myself to take as much of him as I can. Testing my limits and finding new ones.
I tease him with my tongue, swirling around the head before taking him deeper. Tasting the salt of him, feeling the weight of him on my tongue. He curses under his breath, his hand tightening in my hair.
“Jesus, Kat. Your mouth.”
I like this. Being in control, being the one making him fall apart. Seeing him come undone, hearing those sounds he can’t seem to stop himself from making. I work to keep it going, wrapping my lips around him and starting to move my head up and down in a steady rhythm. Wetting his shaft with my mouth, taking him a bit deeper each time until I find the point where I have to stop or I’ll gag.
He keeps talking as I work his cock, his voice getting rougher and more broken. “Fucking hell. You’re always gorgeous, bright eyes, but on your knees for me? This is something else. The kind of image that’s going to be burned into my brain forever. The kind of thing I’ll dream about till the day I die.”
The words spur me on, make me want to give him even more. I use my good hand up to play with his balls, rolling them gently in my palm, feeling them tighten and draw up under my touch.He’s getting more worked up, his cock even harder in my mouth, his breathing turning ragged and uneven.
I take him deep, so deep he hits the back of my throat. I fight my gag reflex, holding him there for a long second before pulling back just enough to breathe. He lifts his hips a little, clearly losing control of himself, chasing the sensation of my mouth.
I’m so turned on by this that I’m squeezing my thighs together hard, trying to get some relief. But it’s not enough. My clit is throbbing, my whole body aching for him. For that connection, that feeling of being filled by him.
I pull off his cock with a wet sound, my lips swollen and tingling. I look up at him, my breathing as ragged as his. “If you won’t give me what I need by coming in my pussy, then you should come in my mouth.”
I’m about to go back down on him, to take him in my mouth again and finish what I started. But he tugs on my hair, stopping me before I can.
I look up at him, confused and a little frustrated. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
His voice is rough, almost hoarse when he asks, “Is that what you really need? You want me to fuck you?”
I nod, my heart thudding hard in my chest. Because it is. This is doing a lot for me, making me feel powerful and wanted and in control. But what I really need, what I’m actually craving, is that connection with him. To feel him inside me, to have that closeness and intimacy. To look into his eyes while he’s buried deep.
He hesitates for just a second, his jaw clenching so hard I can see the muscle jump. I can see him wrestling with it, his protective instincts warring with what he wants, with what I’m asking for. Then he nods, his voice dropping to a growl.
“Then get on my cock.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Asher
Kat’s pupils dilate at my words, going wide and dark. She bites her lip, which is swollen and flushed from being wrapped around my cock just seconds ago.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“I’malwayssure. I always want to be buried inside you.” I shake my head, unable to look away from her, even though I’m probably revealing too much. “I’d go to sleep that way and wake up that way if I could.”
Heat rises in her expression at that, her breath coming faster. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly now, and I can see her nipples getting harder.
I take her good hand, threading my fingers with hers. The gesture is gentler than my words, a contrast to the filthy things I just said. Her hand is warm in mine, soft against my callused palm.
“You have to tell me if anything we do hurts or knocks your hand or anything,” I say, forcing myself to be serious for a second. To think past the desperate need clawing at me.“Promise me. If it hurts or you get lightheaded again, I’ll stop immediately. I don’t care how close I am or how good it feels. You tell me and I stop.”
She nods. “I promise. I will.”
“Say it again.”
“I promise I’ll tell you if anything hurts.”
Good enough. I tug her shirt off over her head, moving slowly and carefully to avoid bumping her bandaged hand. Then I reach around to undo her bra, letting it fall away. Her breasts spill out, full and perfect, and my cock throbs so hard it almost hurts. Her nipples are hard, peaked and begging for my mouth. I’m so turned on, was so close to coming from just her mouth on me, but I want to make this last. Want to draw it out and savor every second.
I help her to her feet, then undo her pants and drag them down her legs along with her socks. She steps out of them, standing in front of me in just her panties. I lean forward from my position on the couch, burying my face against her panty-covered pussy. Breathing her in, letting her scent fill my lungs.
I kiss her stomach, the soft skin there. Then her hips, the curve where they meet her thighs. Murmuring words of praise as I go. “You’re perfect. So beautiful. Fucking stunning.”
