Page 76 of Hot Shot
“It does ache.” He shoots me a cocky grin. “And as my fiancée, it’s your job to take away my pain.”
“Oh, is it?” I reach over, draw a fingertip from the root of his shaft to the plump weeping head. “Any idea how I can do that?”
“I have a few.”
“Care to pick one?”
“You pick.” His gaze is locked on where my finger plays with the bead of moisture oozing from the slit. “I don’t care. I’ll sit here and let you do what you’re doing until I spray all over your hand if that’s what you want.”
“For a guy who just lost his virginity, you have a dirty mouth.”
“Jeez, now I’m imagining your mouth on me.”
“Done.” I’m out of bed, shoving him backward until he’s flat on the floor, me positioned between his spread thighs, and I don’t wait. Don’t tease him or go easy. I lick my lips as I lean over and take him in my mouth.
I guess it’s a night for firsts. I’ve never sucked a guy off, never wanted to. Not even when I thought about Bran over the years did I imagine doing this.
I never imagined I’d enjoy it either.
But I’m loving the feel of him in my mouth, sliding across my tongue, stretching my lips wide when I take him as deep as I can without gagging.
“Blake. Babe. Shit. Fuck.” His fingers tangle in my hair, tug and grip, the slight sting zipping through my blood and pulsing in my pussy. “Not. Gonna. Last. Can’t. Feels…too. Good.”
His stilted words have me doubling down, bobbing faster. I cup his balls in one hand, roll them with my fingers, and grip the base of his shaft with the other, squeeze in a pulsing rhythm.
The sounds he makes, the desperation lacing them, has me sucking hard, deeper, on each slide down. And when I feel him hit the back of my throat, I swallow.
“Fuck!” Come bursts into my mouth, flooding my tongue and his cock.
I can’t contain it, can’t swallow fast enough to keep it inside, and when he pulls free, when my mouth is no longer stuffed with him, his release dribbles down my chin.
“Fucking hell. I just came and the sight of you with your lips red and my come on your face, has my dick twitching to get inside you again.”
Swiping the back of my hand over my mouth, I grin. “Well, you do have years of abstaining to make up for.”
“It has nothing to do with that. It’s you, Blake.” He jackknifes up and palms my face. “Only you.”
Branton
Resting up on my elbow I stare down at the sleeping woman beside me.
For the second time in my life, I’ve woken up next to a woman.
This time I remember every second of last night.
And this morning.
There isn’t one part of the last few hours I haven’t rerun in my head multiple times since my eyes blinked open about thirty minutes ago.
I can’t keep the smile off my face, and I don’t care if it’s a goofy grin either. It feels like one. Because I feel goofy. Giddy with excitement and anticipation.
I want to jump out of bed and wake Blake up. Drag her into the shower and turn another of my fantasies into reality.
Except I can’t stop looking at her. At the ring on her finger.Myring.
“You’re staring.”
“I am.”
