Page 79 of The Revenge Agenda

My gaze catches on where his cock is eager and waiting in his sleep shorts. “Let me.” I hold out my hand.

Hunter smiles. “What happened to the begging?”

Shivers. Actual shivers. His deep tone is too fucking much. “Please let me get you off. I’ll be so good at it.”

He pretends to think for a second, then pushes his shorts off in one go. “I’ll be the judge of that.” He moves until he’s straddling my chest. “You’re going to have to open that mouth good and wide.”

My jaw drops, and I sneak my tongue out for good measure. I’m so fucking ready for this. And even though I’m not horny anymore, it doesn’t matter. This is what I’ve been wanting to do to him, and I’m finally getting the chance.

Hunter slaps his fat cockhead against my tongue. “Is this where you want it?”

I let out a whine, not daring to close my mouth to speak.

“Good. This won’t take long. Sucking your cock made me so fucking hard.”

“Really?”

He laughs, this time running his cock slower across my tongue. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

I drop my gaze, focusing on his flexing ab muscles rather than his face.

Hunter pulls back, hand wrapping under my jaw and angling my face until I’m looking at him again. “Why is that a surprise?”

“No reason.”

“There’s a reason.”

I huff, not wanting to bring this up now. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He sighs but doesn’t push, just leans down and brushes a kiss over my lips. “For the record, your cock is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I’m going to jerk off to the image of having it in my mouth for a very long time.”

Want shivers on my exhale. “I want the same memories with yours.”

“Better stop stalling, then.” He straightens, shifting higher, and presses his tip to my lips.

I open for him eagerly, and he slides into my mouth on one long thrust. The angle is rough on my neck until he leans forward and grips the headboard with both hands.

“Ready?”

With a mouthful of dick, all I can do is nod.

I’m rewarded with that gorgeous hitch of his lips.

He’s slow at first, a gentle roll, and I take him deeper and deeper until he slips back into my throat. His shaft is hot on my tongue, silky smooth, and girthy enough to make my jaw ache.

He has total control. I love it that way. Looking up and seeing a solid wall of muscle staring down at me. Watching the way his hips flex faster and less controlled the more turned on he gets. All I can do is lie there and take it, suck like my life depends on it as my cock rallies to get back in the game. And fuck, is it rallying. There’s no way in hell I would have thought I could get hard again, but here I go anyway.

“Oh, damn, Rush,” Hunter mutters. “Look at you. Your mouth is fucking sin … God, you look sexy. Like that pretty mouth has been begging to have me fill it.”

My eyes flutter, and I grab his hips to coax him faster. His cockhead is hitting my throat, girth stretching my mouth wide, salty taste spilling onto my tongue.

He grunts in response, and it travels all the way to my balls.

I can’t stop staring at the way his muscles move, at his lust-drunk stare, his ruffled eyebrows. His balls are hitting me in the chin with every thrust, and the stimulation is almost too much. Too good. It’s making my head swim. My cock hurts.

I moan around him, and Hunter’s thrusts snap off rhythm. Get faster. Harder. The bed knocks against the wall, building to a heavier beat, the space between the thumps rapidly decreasing as Hunter barrels toward his end.

“God, your mouth,” he cries out before pushing into my throat and stilling. His cock jerks against my tongue as he empties his balls, and while I’m trying to breathe through my nose, I strangle my cock.

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