Page 37 of Savage Temptation
Feeling fearless, I slide off the couch to my knees, relishing the bold rush that’s come over me.
Atticus’s fingers thread my hair as he gazes at me with half-lidded eyes.
And then my little brain floods with worries. What if he doesn’t like it? What if I don’t like it? What if I injure my jaw? Or nick him with my teeth?
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to escape my brain.
This isn’t rocket science. It’s a cock. You got this.
I give a few test strokes as I get into position, loving his tiny whimpers.
He reaches to my neck and pulls the string holding my dress up, and I allow it to drape to my waist.
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
My cheeks redden, but I make no move to cover my bare breasts. Everything about this moment is perfect, and denying any second of it feels like a sin.
“As amazing as you look down there, you don’t have to—”
I don’t let him finish.
I start by swirling my tongue around his head, lapping up the pearl of pre-cum that’s spilling from the slit.
He groans, his body tensing beneath me.
I plant a series of sloppy kisses along his shaft, all the way from the base to the ridge of his enormous head. As I work my way around his member, I become generous with my tongue, licking and nibbling across sensitive flesh, needling his desire. I love the little whimpers that slip from him. Sexy sounds that urge me on.
“You like that?” I say coyly.
“Fuck, yes…”
His moans are obscene, emboldening me. Making me feel like liquid fire. I love that I can make him like this. It’s addicting and dangerous and could very well make me lose my mind.
His hand grips my hair, pulling me into a better position, bidding me to take in his length.
It startles me that he’s become so demanding, but I can hardly blame him. Now that I know how good this feels, I can’t say I’d be any different.
“I need it,”he grits out.
I take him as far back into my throat as I can, applying generous pressure with my lips and tongue.
I never thought I’d get so turned on by a blowjob, but here I am, dripping wet, sucking Atticus off like my life depends on it.
“You’re doing amazing. It’s okay if you can’t take it in all the way. Most can’t.”
Most. Just what I wanted to hear. A reference to the many women that came before me.
But his words were meant to set me at ease, and it’s not fair that I should use them against him. Instead of getting upset that he’s been with so many, perhaps I should focus on making this experience memorable for the both of us.
I suck his head as I would a lollipop as he curses under his breath, his hand pressing against the back of my head, bidding me down, down as far as I can go.
For once, I feel powerful. Like I’m in control.
Yeah, right…
His pre-cum is thick and heavy, coming in generous spurts. I love tasting him, knowing his intimate flavor.
And just when I get into a rhythm, he stops me by splaying his hand across my jaw and tilting my chin up so that our eyes meet.
