Page 60 of Boarded Hearts

Pressing a searing kiss to my lips, he replies, “Let them see how I take my girl.”

My girl. I guess I am now and that thought pools between my thighs.

Standing off the bed, Jon pushes his jeans all the way down, his boxer briefs following closely behind.

His huge, hard cock is perfectly straight and thick, jutting up and resting just below his navel.

Wow.

“Oh. My. God.”

He pumps his cock slowly, dragging his fist from base to tip as he stares down at me. I’m topless and lying across my bed. “Not God, Angel. Just me.”

“You are, um, you’re huge.” My mouth feels dry, a complete contrast to my throbbing center.

He smirks as he stares down at me with blazing intensity. “Stroke a man’s ego.”

But there’s no other way to describe him. I have very little experience to compare, but I know when a man is well endowed, and Jon is top of the class.

Still standing over me, his fist wrapped around his cock, he rasps, “What do you have on under those illegal shorts?”

“A thong,” I reply, thumbs tucked under my waistband, teasing him just a little more.

He throws his head back and growls, the sound reverberating off the walls. “Let me see.”

Pushing my thumbs down further, I peel the Lycra shorts away from my body, arching my back off the bed as I do. I’m laid bare other than my baby pink thong as I look up at Jon, who continues to hover.

“Take that off, too.” He’s pumping himself faster as beads of pre-cum emerge.

Pinning my bottom lip between my teeth, I’m loving the way his eyes make me feel. Sexy, wanted, alive. I drop my thong to the floor and return my arms above my head, waiting for my next instruction.

“Christ, Felicity. My dreams could never do you justice.”

Our lips connect as he crawls over my body, both of us naked and on top of the cover.

“Are you cold?”

“No, burning up.” And I am. I’m on fire, lit with need.

“Spread your legs for me, Angel. I want to feel your sweet pussy in my mouth.”

I inch my legs apart, trying to hide my hesitancy but Jon notices, his blown pupils constricting at my unease.

“I’ve never done this before.”

He lifts his head from between my breasts where he was kissing a moment earlier. “No one’s ever gone down on you before?”

I shake my head.

He smiles and there’s a slight smugness to his grin, but I can tell he’s shocked at my admission. “So I’ll be your first?”

“Elliott never did that for me. The other way around, yes. But never for me.”

“Then he’s even more of an asshole and a fool than I thought. This body, Angel, deserves to be devoured. And by the time I’m finished with you, that perfect halo of yours will be crooked.”

“What are you going to do with me?” I play to his need to dominate.

Can smiles be filthy? Well clearly, they can because his lips pull into a wicked grin, his right hand coming between my thighs. “Don’t be shy and spread these properly for me, baby, and you’ll find out.”

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