Page 16 of Courting Danger

This part of Garrison’s anatomy was as tall and thick as everything else on the man, and I was delighted to find him uncircumcised. With the broad flat of my tongue, I licked a stripe up the shaft of Garrison’s cock. Then I laughed when Garrison started cursing.

“It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it? You’re more sensitive than I expected.”

Garrison gasped for air, filling his lungs to capacity as he struggled to calm down. “Honestly… can’t remember the last time I was with someone.”

I hummed low in my throat, letting my lips brush the head of Garrison’s cock so the other man could feel the vibrations. “Better prepare yourself then. This is gonna be fun.”

Taking a deep breath, I swallowed as much of Garrison as I could in one go. I only managed about half before it hit the back of my throat and I had to stop. Still, it was enough to have Garrison writhing like an electric eel.

With slow, careful movements, I started bobbing my head up and down, letting Garrison’s cock slide between my lips and laving over the head with my tongue.

Garrison moaned and cursed again. His voice cut off like he was being strangled when I sped up.

Usually, due to my family heritage, people were eager to fall on their knees for me. I never got to be on the giving side of the exchange, and I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it. Having this level of control over my partner’s pleasure could easily become an addiction.

A pair of hands gripped my hair. Abandoning Garrison’s cock, I scowled up at the other man.

“Put your hands back where they belong.”

It took several moments, and a few deep breaths, for Garrison to process what I said. When he did, his hands shot back up to the headboard so quickly his knuckles banged against the metal.

I smirked. “Good boy.”

Then I returned to sucking Garrison’s cock with a vengeance.

This time, I managed to swallow most of it, sending Garrison into a writhing fit. The man cursed, and even pleaded, which in turn made my own arousal twist tighter in my gut. I rutted against Garrison’s leg, teasing myself while simultaneously speeding up the motion of my head.

An inorganic groan of metal caught my attention and I pulled away again.

Garrison was gripping the iron headboard so tightly he’d bent one of the smaller bars out of shape.

The man hadn’t even noticed what he’d done. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be talking himself through a series of breathing exercises. Sweat dripped over flushed skin, catching in the dip between his pecs as his chest heaved.

My throat suddenly went dry. I swallowed several times and licked my lips as I fought to control the arousal pooling in my brain. Garrison was stronger than any man who had submitted to me before. I needed to feel that strength beneath me.

Fishing out a few supplies from the bedside table, I returned to straddling Garrison’s thighs. “Just give me a minute, big guy. Then we can really get started.”

With practiced movements, I rolled a condom down over Garrison’s cock. Maybe someday we could forgo such protection, but just like the restraints I wanted to use, we weren’t at that level of trust yet.

By then, Garrison had calmed down enough to watch with eager eyes as I poured lubricant over my own fingers. Knowing I had an audience, I made a production out of reaching behind myself and rubbing the lube around the rim of my hole. Little sparks of pleasure raced up my spine, but they only served to whet my appetite.

Garrison was a feast, and I wouldn’t be satisfied until I glutted myself on the man.

With a moan, I slipped two fingers inside myself and scissored them open to stretch my internal muscles. This was even worse. It felt like a watered-down version of the stretch I really wanted. Impatience built like a ball of pressure at the base of my skull.

Damn the limits of the human body.

I didn’t take as much time preparing as I probably should have, given Garrison’s size, but h I couldn’t wait. The moment I deemed myself stretched enough to avoid injury, I pulled out my fingers and shifted m hips. Garrison’s cock pressed right up against my ass, seemingly just as eager as I felt.

In this position, with me sitting astride Garrison’s hips, the other man had no choice but to wait for me to make the next move. Arousal turned into a rush of power greater than any I’d known in his mafia-fueled life.

Oh, yes, this could definitely become an addiction.

Without a word of warning, I let my hips drop and impaled myself on Garrison’s cock. It was painful, as expected, but also so good. I moaned and shuddered, clenching my internal muscles around the intrusion, which dragged a groan out of Garrison as well.

As the pain faded, I raised myself up until the head of Garrison’s cock barely remained inside me. I paused just long enough to see the other man squirm, then I plunged down again.

Garrison shouted and I threw my head back as pleasure sang through my veins. The thick girth of Garrison’s arousal spread me open without mercy, like being fucked by an iron bar. Biting my lip, I breathed deep through my nose, then repeated the action.

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