Page 47 of Tempting

“Put me between your lips...” I swirl my tongue around his crown, then take him between my lips and suck. “That’s it, baby. Wrap your lips around me and take the first inch. Get used to it, because I want to fuck your face almost as much as I want to fuck that perfect cunt.”

The warm, pounding water hides the red flush I have no doubt is covering my entire body. Not embarrassment. Not this time. No, this is all pure, unadulterated need. Need I never knew I could have.

“Good girl. Now take me deeper. Get it wet, baby. Don’t worry about being sloppy. The messier, the better. But take it slow, Mac, because there’s a lot of me to take, and if you’re a good girl and take it all, the reward will be worth it.”

Oh. My. Goodness. Yes, please. I want it all. Now. Like right now.

I work my way further down his shaft, loving that the pelting shower is covering us. Sheltering us. And hiding so many imperfections from my first time doing this. I hollow my cheeks and twist my hand, working him with both as I try to take him deeper. And my God, when Nixon’s moan fills the fucking shower, I think I could come just from that sound alone.

“Fuck, Mackenzie. So good. Such a good girl for me.”

I preen under his words and hands. He tugs on my hair, and I dig my nails into his ass. Who knew sucking dick could be so fun?

I slide further down, determined to take him down my throat and gag, my eyes watering. “Sorry,” I murmur, and Nixon’s eyes heat to two pools of molten blue fire.

“Fuck, yes. Don’t apologize. You’re doing so good, Mac. So fucking good.”

I work my hand up and down his cock once, then twice, then take him back into my mouth and swallow while he holds my face. “Christ, Mac. That’s it.”

I look up through wet lashes, and Nixon throws his head back.

His muscles pulled tight.

Knowing I did this to him is such a turn-on.

“Tell me, Nix. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want,” I plead before licking his cock from base to tip and sliding my hand from his ass to cup his balls.

“You’re doing so good, Mac. Twist your hands, suck my cock, and don’t stop until you’re swallowing my cum. Can you do that for me, beautiful?”

His praise lights me up, like he knows how to hit every hot button I never knew existed for me.

He lets go of my hair and pushes it out of my face before gathering it up again. “You okay if I’m a little rough?”

“God, yes,” I moan as the rough pads of his fingers bite into my skin, and I take him back down my throat and swallow my gag as he fucks my face, shocked that I love it, but I abso-fucking-lutely do. I suck and lick and gag as I work him deeper and faster and harder, loving the sounds coming from Nixon. His words of praise.

I get high off each good girl that leaves his lips.

Each deliciously deep growl and moan.

His body tenses, but he’s holding back, and that’s not what I want.

“Don’t stop,” I plead, having had no idea how absolutely desperate I could be with the right partner. “I want it all, Nix. Give it to me, please.”

“Fuck...” he groans, and I hum around him, feeling the vibration down to my core. My eyes go wide when the first line of hot, salty cum coats my tongue, but I don’t stop. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, working him faster, taking every last drop and wanting to please him like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.

After he gets his breathing back under control, Nixon bends down and lifts me in his arms like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold, and something inside me cracks. Maybe it’s my heart. Maybe it’s the wall around it I’ve spent years constructing. It’s the smallest fissure, but it’s there and scary as hell as he steps out of the shower and sets me on the vanity.

He wraps a fluffy towel around my shoulders and silently dries me, then himself before he picks me up again. “I can walk, Nix.”

The whispered words feel rough on my swollen lips.

In truth, I’m spent. The adrenaline high has run its course, and exhaustion has taken hold, so I let him carry me. It feels good to be in his arms. Safe.

“I know,” he tells me as he carries me into my bedroom and lies me down on my bed, then takes a step back. “I should go.”

His voice holds something I don’t recognize from him, but I can’t place it, so I take a chance and grab his hand. “It’s late. Why don’t you stay?”

Nixon looks torn. “I shouldn’t. You need your sleep, Mac.”

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