Page 39 of Lorcan's Obsession

"I want to see you—big and hard, just for me."

She meant it. Her green eyes held my face with desire so raw, I could come just by looking at her. She took my hand and led me to the plush off-white couches facing the stunning morning downtown skyline and ocean views in front of us. I stood at the edge of the seat, waiting for her command. And the words she uttered could jumpstart the limpest dick.

"Fuck my mouth."

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Icould have...

I could...

I—

Fuck my mouth?

Did I really just ask him to do that?

It was ill-advised because BJ's had been a theoretical topic for me for a while. One of the things I didn't do in WAP was blow or kiss. It was like a drive-thru: do your thing and get out.

But today, I wanted to wave my big girl panties and show off. That's what got me in trouble—the need to show Lorcan I could hold my own and handle him. But the largest bananas and cucumbers I’d practiced with hadn’t prepared me for this.

His was...A LOT. Like, really, really massive.

With a piercing.

I should have gone about it differently.

My hands could have led the charge, wrapped around his base, stroking his length while tracing the veins on this thick cock using my tongue. Or I could have waited for Lorcan to guide my pace by enmeshing his fingers in my hair while bobbing my mouth up and down on his head. And even if I'd suddenly developed a gagging and throttling fetish, I could have tested my comfort level by deep-throating half his length first. Basically, get acquainted with his cock in manageable stages.

Instead, I went and jumped for the most extreme, intense BJ imaginable.

As I was trailing kisses down his shaft, playing with that platinum barbell piercing, insecurity reared its ugly head. There was no way in hell I could take all of him in my mouth. Im-fucking-possible. I was about to make a fool of myself. How many women had taken this guy’s cock? He’d probably been with professional cocksuckers. I’d be the first one to fail, fall short, tap out. Lorcan had eaten me out multiple times in a row, and I wouldn’t even be able to give him head.

Nonsense. Tristen Morgana never backed down from a challenge. This guy would be blown away by my blowing.

His size only made me bolder.

Bold and a little stupid.

After a few torturous seconds of choking, gagging, and spitting, I definitely needed to figure out another approach. If he was too big to fit normally, I could give him an open runway. I could tilt my head at the right angle, and the path would be all clear for him to slide right through. Right?

Wrong.

I struggled like fuck. My arms and legs wanted to curl up and spasm like a two-year-old throwing a full tantrum.

But I couldn't.

Not without making him stop or worse, worry about me. I’d buttered my bread, and I’d swallow it down my throat. So I surrendered. Gave in. Let the will of the universe and his dick reign in me. I thought of a happy place with sunshine, lilies, wildflowers, butterflies, and rainbows.

"Fuck!" If a swear word could be sexy, Lorcan had made it so. He gruffed through the pleasure, keeping a slow and steady pace. Surprisingly enough, once I got comfortable, I started enjoying it too. I lived in the bliss he was giving me, the euphoria of seeing him tremble under my touch, the look that would be on his face after he orgasmed.

I was so turned on watching him do that to my mouth.

Watching his hips thrusting, the emotions etching on his face, the labored breaths, the sound of my name mixed with his ecstasy...I started touching myself from that upside-down position I was in. Who cared if I was staring up at his nutsack, or had to grip his thigh to still stay on the couch? Lorcan was staring at me like I was his fucking goddess, and at this moment, I wanted him to use me in every way.

"Shit. You feel so good, baby," Lorcan praised while he picked up the pace.

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