Page 78 of Ecstasy
His touch lingers, but slowly, he slides his hand away from me, reaching for his belt. He undoes it and flicks open the button of his pants.
But he’s moving too slowly for me.
I stand between his legs, yank down the zipper.
He adjusts his position, letting me pull down his pants and his boxers, to his knees.
I can’t get any further than that before my hand is wrapped around his dick, and I lean over, my mouth on the head of his cock. He tastes so fucking good, so fucking hard and soft at once, my fingers barely touching, circled around him.
I stroke him while I suck on the tip and he groans, his fingers in my hair.
“Fuck, Zara.” He doesn’t move his hips, just lets me suck him how I want to, and in this moment, I’ve never wanted to do anything more.
I try to deep throat him, which has always been a fucking challenge. And just as I think it’s too much, just as I think I’m going to choke on him, he shoves my head down and my eyes water as he hits the back of my throat.
I try to jerk my head back up, but his grip tightens in my hair.
I dig my nails into his thigh, and he hisses but still doesn’t let me go. I’m gagging on him, but no sounds are coming out. Everything seems to be going gray, saliva dripping from my mouth to the base of his cock.
My stomach tightens.
He’s done this before, but I can’t quite shake the feeling that maybe he’s paying me back for Jamal. Maybe we aren’t done with that little standoff. Maybe I’m a fucking idiot.
But then, when everything starts to turn black around the edges, he lifts my head up by my hair, all the way off him. Drool spills down my chin as I lick my lips and he stares at me, a conceited little smirk on his face.
“You’re so perfect,” he tells me. He caresses the back of my head and my eyes flutter closed.
He’s perfect.
Alex.
He’s not bad.
He’s good.
He runs his thumb over my swollen lips. The gesture is almost tender.
He’s so good.
“Now get up here and ride my dick, princess,” he commands me, one hand curling around the base of his cock.
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I stand to my feet, spin around.
He runs his hands up and down my sides. “I think I’m going to like this,” he whispers against my spine.
I brace myself on his forearm, reaching between us to grab his cock and position him underneath me. He helps me get both feet up, my knees on the bed as I kneel over him.
Slowly, I lower myself down, feeling the sting of his width as he enters me, and I stretch around him.
“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he whispers, gathering my hair in his hand, pulling it away from my neck as he kisses my shoulder.
I wince, but I want him all.
Every inch of him.
Fisting my hands in his sheets, I lower myself all the way down.
