Page 28 of Tempt Me

As Tack chuckles, I sense he’ll eventually tease his friend about that information. For now, his laughter dies on his lips as I guide open his thighs and settle between them. His gaze meets mine, and I feel him thinking.

I stroke Tack’s powerful thighs as my teeth nibble at his hard belly. My touch makes him squirm.

“You’re ticklish?” I whisper.

Tack smirks at my question. “I don’t think so.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur as my hand wraps around his thick cock. “I like how I’m still learning new things about you. Next up is what face you make while I suck your dick.”

My mouth covers the head of his cock, drawing his length deeper. Tack inhales sharply. I love how vulnerable he looks when my gaze flashes upward. This isn’t a blowjob by a club slut where he can lean back and enjoy himself. He’s hyper-alert to my every gesture.

My hand strokes his shaft as my tongue dances across the tip. The flavor of his precum inspires me to take him deep into my wet mouth. Bobbing my head, I find a rhythm. My free hand teases his balls.

Even without experience giving blowjobs, I’ve studied the logistics. I know what men usually like. Tack isn’t all men, though, so I pay attention to how he reacts to each caress and lick.

I want to make Tack feel good. No, even better, I want to make him go crazy. He’s waited for so long to be with me.

Taking my time with his cock, I suck at the hard flesh until I feel him closing in on an orgasm. That’s when I back off and stroke him with my hands while kissing the head. Once his breathing settles, I take him deep again and suck with more vigor.

I do this several times, bringing him to the edge before backing off to make him last longer. By the time he comes, Tack is so pumped up, he likely sees stars. I drink down every drop, quite proud over how I’ve made this wild man come apart.

“Hunter,” he murmurs when I leisurely clean his dick. “Let me kiss you.”

“Soon. You’re rushing, Tack.”

“Because you’ll be gone soon.”

Lifting my gaze, I take advantage of his neediness by suggesting, “You could come with me.”

“Maybe,” he says, but I doubt he believes his words.

I lift myself off the mattress and straddle his hips. Tack watches me like I’m already gone. I feel his mood getting tangled up in his insecurities.

My fingers slide through his hair, as my lips nuzzle his jaw. “Wherever I go, there’ll be a place for you.”

“How can you know that?”

“I’m rich,” I reply immediately. “I’ll insist on space for you, and people will get out of the way.”

As Tack offers me a soft smile, his hands slide from my hips to my breasts. His thumbs gently caress my nipples.

“They need a lot of effort to get hard,” I say and shrug. “They’re shy or lazy or something.”

“They got plenty hard when I sucked on them.”

“Yes, yes, they did,” I say and kiss his lips.

Tack sucks on my tongue as his fingers tease my nipples. Soon, he kisses my throat and collarbone before leaning me back to gain easier access to my breasts.

His lips on my nipples create a blazing heat between my legs. I gyrate my hips. My slick pussy seeks out his hard cock. Tack groans at the friction. I moan as his lips pluck my nipple. Our pleasure echoes in the room as he guides his cock inside me.

We move fast and raw, unable to do more than grunt and moan. Tack seems lost in his head, thinking about how long he’s waited and how soon I’ll be gone.

For me, I’m completely present. I memorize every whisker on his face, each strand of hair on his head, and the dark flecks in his blue eyes.

As I roll my hips and take Tack as deeply as possible, I want him to mark my body. That way, no matter how much distance stretches between us, I’ll always feel him with me.

TACK

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