Page 30 of Breakaway Heart
I flashed him a tempting look in return. “Why don’t we find out? What would you like me to do?”
Randall gulped as he considered the options. I wanted to hear him say it, to let those dirty, forbidden words prickle my ears and excite me.
“I want you to wrap those beautiful lips around my cock and show me what you can do.”
I pouted thoughtfully on my knees, teasing him.
“And what do I get?”
“I can’t tell you. I can only show you.”
I gave him a look of disappointment and pulled my hand away.
“Okay, wait, wait!” He protested. “What do you want to know?”
“I want to hear what you’re going to do to my mouth, Randall. And then my body.”
His expression hardened, along with the cock in his pants, as I felt it jump in throbbing excitement, desperate to be released.
“First,” He gasped, running his thumb over my lips. “I want you to get that thick cock all wet and hard with your pretty mouth.
“Ooh,” I cooed back, pleased, as I slowly pulled down the zipper to his pants, watching his face, “And then?”
“And then I’m going to pull that dress off. Throw you over my shoulder and carry you into the bedroom.”
I unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down his thick thighs, revealing his white shorts, unable to contain a gaspat the outline of his excited cock. Randall Jackson was fuckinghuge.
“And then?” I looked back up at him.
“I’m going to pull those panties off your thighs, and have a very long and filthy conversation with your pussy using only my tongue.”
“Mmm,” I said, rubbing the shape of his cock through his shorts, “That sounds nice.”
“Lucy, I’m going to write goddamn love letters all over your body with my mouth, all night.”
“Randall?”
He looked down at me, wishing I wasn’t teasing him anymore.
“Yes, Lucy?” My name sounded like velvet in my ears as it slipped off his tongue.
“Would you like me to suck your cock now?”
He nodded, gulping with desire for me to do it. I fluttered my eyelashes at him as I pulled his huge, throbbing muscle free and let my fingers slide over the silken skin.
I stroked him slowly, making him wait for me, until I heard him groan desperately. Then I ran my tongue across my lips and slipped them over him, smiling inside as I heard him call out‘Fuuuucck’.
His hand fell on the back of my head, his fingers running through my hair, then grasping it in a balled fist, as I gave him what he wanted and he willed me further and deeper. My clit was now pounding at the idea that this would soon be taking place with him on top of me, and I would be having my pink walls of pleasure crushed by that beautiful piece of meat inside me.
I looked back up at his glowering eyes looking down on me, and he offered me his hand. I took it as he lifted me to my feet and pulled me against him.
“I love your smell,” he whispered into my ear, “It’s sweet desire. To me, you’re perfect.”
I whispered back into his ear, “Then make me a perfect mess, Randall.”
He grinned back, red-faced and hot as hell. Effortlessly, he threw me over his shoulder, claiming me, and then carried me, squealing and kicking my legs with faux drama, through the villa and down the hallway to his bedroom.
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