Not-So Temporarily Married(35)

“Oh, I don’t think so,” I gasped, crawling off the mattress and stalking towards him. “You want me to tell you about Mac Thomas and my connection to him, right?”

“Whatever connection,”—he practically spit out the word—“you had with this Mac guy is over. Done. Finito.”

“You’re even sexier than usual when you’re jealous and speaking Italian.”

“I’d be very careful about pushing my buttons right now, kitten,” he growled, reaching for my hand to press it against his hardened length. “I’m barely holding on by a thread as it is.”

“Aww, poor baby,” I cooed, cupping him and squeezing. “You gave me all those orgasms without taking anything for yourself.”

“You don’t know how hard it was to not take you, but you deserve better than to lose your virginity in some random bed while on the run from your father.”

“I think I have some idea how hard it was.” I gave him a squeeze for emphasis before dropping down to my knees.

“You don’t have to do this.” His voice was hoarse, his eyes darkening a shade as he gazed down at me.

“But what if I want to?” I asked. “Maybe even need to get a taste of you?”

“Damn, kitten. You drive a hard bargain.” He stroked a finger down my cheek, running it across my lips. “If you need a taste of me, that’s what you’ll get.”

I watched, rapt, as he unzipped his pants and tugged his hard cock out. His hand stroked up and down the shaft, working it lazily. His breathing picked up, coming in short pants through his lips. I licked mine, hungry for him.

“Open,” he ordered, running the head of his cock over my bottom lip. I parted them, my tongue darting out to lick away the drop of pre-come beaded on the tip.

“Mmm,” I moaned, opening my mouth wide as he slowly plunged inside. My hands slid upwards, along the back of his legs to grip his thighs and pull him forward.

“Damn, kitten! Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

I sucked him into my mouth as far as I could go until I bumped against the fist he still had wrapped around the base. I licked the ridges of his length as I released him. “More,” I moaned.

His fingers unwrapped from his cock and quickly tangled in my hair, gathering it up at the back of my head. Peeking up at him, I wanted to smirk at seeing how the cords of his neck were strained, his eyes riveted on my mouth. I licked the slit at the tip, slowly trailing it down his length, lapping at him. This time, without his hand to block me, I kept going until he brushed the back of my throat. It tightened around him reflexively as I tried not to gag.

“Relax your jaw,” he murmured, pulling back and thrusting back in even farther. His fingers dug into my scalp as he took control, withdrawing and driving forward at a leisurely pace. “You can take it deep for me, can’t you?”

I wasn’t sure how deep I could take it because I’d never done this before, but I wanted to make this good for him. To blow his mind. My lips curved up in a little smile at the thought of blowing his mind with a blow job.

“I see the laughter in your eyes,” he rasped. “I guess I’d better make sure I have all of your attention.”

He surged forward, holding me in place as he pumped his hips in short jabs. He let out a low moan of pleasure, fucking my mouth even as he swelled within it. He was getting closer, and the knowledge urged me on. I lapped and sucked at his length, feeling him start to twitch and pulse.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, starting to pull out.

“No,” I protested, wrapping my lips around him and gripping the back of his thighs so he couldn’t get away from me. I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing out, and then his erection jerked. His hot come poured down my throat, his hips still pumping and his husky cries of completion ringing in my ears.

When he pulled away, his chest was heaving and his dark eyes were heavy-lidded. He bent down, dragging me up his body and claiming my lips in another kiss. I blushed wildly at the thought of him tasting himself on my lips, making him chuckle darkly.

“I’ll take your mouth any damn time I want, kitten. It’s mine. Just like you’ll learn to take mine no matter what I’ve been doing with it.” His fingers slipped down my belly to glide across my pussy lips. I felt the heat of his touch, as though my clothing wasn’t between us.

“Whatever you say,” I mumbled, still a little embarrassed.

“Damn straight.”

He helped me to my feet, and I playfully slapped at his chest while he tucked himself back into his pants.

“My blowjob doesn’t seem to have mellowed you out very much.”