Page 131 of Rogue Mission
He shudders when I glide my fingertips over the gigantic rod that’s formed in his pants.
“It won’t take long when you put those beautiful lips on my cock,” his words are a raspy whisper.
“I have a confession to make.”
“You’ve never done this before?” He strokes my hair back, a soft grin reaching his eyes.
Lowering his zipper, I blink when his engorged erection jumps out. My breathing accelerates instantly. “How did you know?”
“I just had a feeling, the blush helped prove my hypothesis.”
Hypothesis… My heart thumps happily, even though I now feel a little self-conscious.
“Are you disappointed?”
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’m thrilled. I love knowing that I’m the lucky guy.”
My entire body heats, pleasure expanding my heart.
“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” I whisper as I lean over to graze my lips over the crown. Dying to taste him.
“It’s going to be—,” his words catch, “amazing.”
I take him into my mouth, gliding my tongue over the smooth crown, tasting the salty tang, sliding my tongue down his shaft.
My thighs clench without my permission, wet heat gliding down my throbbing sex.
His hand finds my butt, gripping possessively, as I take him deeper. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” he groans.
Oh my. I didn’t know how hot this was. Or how aroused I would be.
I’m burning up, my pussy clenching, desperately empty.
Justice’s roving hand doesn’t help. Especially when he finds the snap on my pants.
Slipping inside the waist, he angles his hand until he finds my clit with a calloused finger.
“That better?” he rasps, and I nod, bobbing my head on his cock, working to take his enormous length into my mouth, my throat. Gagging a little.
I’m already seeing stars and he just started touching me.
Panting, I struggle to keep my pace as he rubs magical circles against my clit, his finger slipping around in my wetness.
A moan escapes me, and he twists below me, clenching his abs. “God. Just like that, moan again,” he orders.
Letting go of my hesitation, I moan louder. Feeling the vibration in my entire body.
The sensation drives me closer to the sharp edge of release.
He’s getting close too. Knuckles popping, he clenches the armrest with his free hand, his breath growing ragged as if he’s sprinting. “Yes. Yes.”
Thrilled pleasure makes me dizzy. I’m making him feel so good that he’s twisting and panting. It’s invigorating.
I love touching him like this.
“Come with me,” he commands.
My clit throbs in response to his hoarse words, making me grind against his hand as his column starts to pulse in my mouth.
