Page 46 of Taming Her

And beneath the faded denim was a long wedge of flesh.

She looked up at him, not speaking, waiting to see what he’d do next.

He scooped his fingers over her ears, gathering her hair. He pulled it back, raking it into a high ponytail.

It took him a minute to gather the strands and each pull, each tug, sparked a small flame of longing in her belly. She’d never had that before with a man touching her hair and she found her eyes glazing and a small moan escaping.

Eventually he held it in a tight fist at her crown.

He looked down at her. “Take my cock out.”

The crude instruction in the light of day, outside, sent a thrill through her. “Yes, Sir.”

His jaw clenched, so did his fist, snagging at her hair roots. “Now.”

She couldn’t move her head as she popped the buttons on his fly.

A jet rumbled high in the sky. In the distance a dog barked.

She tugged his Levi’s until they sat at his thighs.

Excitement gripped her as she stroked his erection over the white material of his boxers. He was so well hung, a treat for any hot-blooded woman.

“Take it out, Ava.” His voice was a low growl. “Take my cock out.”

She didn’t need telling twice, and quickly drew the waistband of his boxers outward from his black pubic hair then down.

His cock sprang free and she caught the hot, dark shaft in her hand. A jolt of excitement gripped her.

He drew her head closer to it. “Open your mouth, Ava. Nice and wide.”

She did, suddenly wanting to taste him, to be reminded of his flavor from all of those years ago.

“And now,” he said gruffly, “you’re going to suck it, and not stop until I’ve come down your throat.”

Before she could answer he tilted his hips forward, sliding the tip of his cock between her lips.

With her head held fast she had no escape and had to take him. On and on he went, slipping over her tongue. Her cheeks bulged, her jaw ached and he kept going.

Just before she thought she might gag, he stopped.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned. “I always did love being in your mouth.”

She strained her eyes to look up at his face.

He wore an expression of sheer bliss. Eyes closed, head tipped to the sky.

“Don’t stop,” he said through gritted teeth. “Work me with your fingers and your tongue, play with my balls.”

Quickly she cupped his testicles and rolled them gently.

He groaned and pulled out, his cock gliding in the circle of her fingers.

“Give me strength,” he moaned, his fist clenching, dragging on her scalp. “You’re a wicked little minx when you do that with your fingers.”

Ava took that as a compliment and carried on. Her pussy was dampening, her heart trip-trapping. Somewhere inside of her was a desperate need to please him, to go back to that moment in time when they’d been so good together, young and passion-infused, crazy in love.

He groaned and swayed his hips. His cock swelled.

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