Page 55 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

Oh, Jeez.

She heard, rather than saw, him go to the side table. Heard because she’d closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, reminding herself over and over that his was Trent, not John, and that she wasn’t going to be thrown down to the bed, her legs spread apart, and then stabbed at—

No, she mentally screamed. No. That was in the past. This . . . this was now.

“Got it,” he said, sounding grim.

“Good, now get behind me,” she ordered.

“Bree—,” he tried again.

She shook her head, emphatically shook her head. He hadn’t yet grasped that she needed to do this. It didn’t matter that that one horrible night was coming back to her. That Trent was about the same height and size as John. That John had come around behind her . . .

Oh God.

“Give it to me in the ass.”

“What?” he asked, one minute behind her, the next in front. “I don’t know what you think I am, but I can’t screw you like this. I’m not even hard.”

She let him see it then, let him see the fear, the determination, the absolute terror she felt. “You have to,” she said. “Don’t you see, Trent? I have to give it up. I have to give you control. If I don’t, I’ll never get over this. Never.”

“I can’t,” he said.

“Let me get you ready.”

“Bree—”

“Take down your pants.”

He didn’t move.

“Please, Trent,” she implored. “I have to at least see if this will work.”

Still, he didn’t budge.

“Please,” she added again.

He looked to the side, his hand coming up to his hair. “I can’t believe this.” But then he turned back to her, his eyes never meeting her own as he stripped out of his pants.

She went down on her knees. He was flaccid, just as he’d said, and for some reason that made Bree feel better. She took the tip of his cock inside her mouth.

“Shit,” she heard him gasp.

Her lips encircled him, her tongue sheltering his sensitive flesh as she gave him one long suck.

He grew less flaccid.

She worked him again, taking the whole thing in her mouth.

“Shit,” she heard him curse again. “Jeez, Bree.”

His dick began to grow hard, her juices leaving a slick trail as she worked his head, rolling her tongue around the underside, tasting the pre-cum that surged from the tip.

It got her hot.

She was just slut enough to love the taste of him, to love the way he moaned as she began to work his cock, taking the thing as far as it would go, then mouthing the tip when he drew back. And with each long pull, she herself grew slick, felt that lovely buzz of sexual excitement that made her swell. It didn’t matter that her hands were tied; she lived in the moment, loving what she did to him, her mind acknowledging that she’d gone back to taking control.

No.

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