Page 189 of Holding On To Good

It was as if he walked a tightrope every day. Each step carefully considered before being slowly, patiently taken. Balancing what was best for each member of his family while putting his own needs aside.

Letting his own wants fall to the floor.

He was selfless and generous and loving.

And way too stubborn to admit that at times, that selflessness threatened to turn into martyrdom. That generosity could make others feel beholden.

That sometimes, the people he loved so fully and took care of so well, just wanted a chance to love and take care of him back.

Which was why she wanted to give him a gentle nudge. Put him off-balance. Not so he fell off that tightrope.

But because she wanted to be the one to make him soar. To take care of him.

To show him how much he meant to her.

Or maybe it was all for her own sake. Because she was greedy for more of him. Because the more moments they shared like this, moments that belonged to them alone, the more she wanted.

She leaned forward and took him in farther, her tongue swiping the underside of his heavy cock. His groan was a rumble of sound that vibrated through her. His grip tightened on her hair, the tug an erotic sting that combined with the taste of him and had her moaning around his length. Easing back until her lips wrapped around his head, she sucked gently.

Then she stilled, letting him take in the sight of her kneeling before him, his cock in her mouth. She stayed that way for one moment. Two. Before slowly releasing him enough to speak.

“You can have me however you want,” she told him softly, her lips brushing the head of his wet dick. It bobbed, straining for more of her mouth and she pressed a kiss there, then looked up at him. “You can do to me all the things you fantasize about. Anything. Everything.”

Her heart hammered, her thigh muscles ached with tension. Anticipation buzzed along her skin, filled her head with a low, steady hum of sound. Not for the first time, she wished for some of Urban’s patience. Maybe even a drop or two of his restraint.

But this was too big for her to sit idly by and accept whatever happened.

He was too important for her not to at least try and open herself as much as she could.

Give him all that she could.

“Make me yours, Urban,” she whispered. “I want you to.”

And she opened her mouth again.

A violent shudder racked his body and he slid his other hand into her hair so that he cupped her head with both hands.

“Stop me if it’s too much,” he said hoarsely.

Before she could assure him it wouldn’t be too much, before she could tell him that with this at least, he could never ask for more than she was willing to give, he curled his fingers around the short strands of her hair, yanked her head back and plunged his cock between her waiting lips.

It wasn’t gentle, wasn’t sweet. And for a moment, panic flared along with the whisper of be careful what you wish for.

This was nothing like the other times she’d sucked him. Those times she’d set the pace. Had been in charge of how deep she took him in and how fast she went. She’d coaxed and teased and drawn out the anticipation on her terms.

She’d been in control.

Those times, she’d given him pleasure.

Now he demanded it.

He fucked her mouth, his grip tight on her hair, his movements quick and fierce and commanding. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Pressed her palms against his hips.

“Hands on your thighs,” he growled, and her pussy clenched at his hard, commanding tone.

Oh, yes, she really liked when Urban told her what to do in bed.

And he really, really liked when she obeyed him. The moment she withdrew her hands and set them back on her thighs, he grunted in approval, his cock swelling in her mouth, the unmistakable salty taste of precum potent on her tongue.

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