Page 48 of Forever Wild

I stroke my thumb across her cheek, forcing her chin up so she makes eye contact with me. As much as it pains me, I want to make sure she comes before me. It’s just good manners.

“There is literally nothing that I want more in my life than to have your mouth on me, but I want to make sure you get what you need first.”

She rolls her eyes, scoffing slightly. “Such a gentleman. But let’s pretend that I know what I want, and what I want is to make you feel good.”

“B—”

“Jameo.”

I stare at her. She stares back.

Then she breaks into a wicked grin, leans down, and licks up the entire length of my shaft, swirling her tongue along the tip before continuing like she hadn’t just almost made me come from one lick. “Can’t you just let someone do something for you?” she asks when she comes up for breath. “You had your first tournament back today. You still have three more days of golf to play. So, yes, I’m going to give you a blow job. You’re going to sit back and take it like a good boy.”

“Damn, B, that’s—” I’m cut off from telling her just how sexy that little monologue was by her pulling my cock deep into the back of her throat. She sucks her cheeks in as she grips the base, sliding me in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

She keeps up the pace, and I use the opportunity to explore her with my eyes, the minutes passing as I watch her sweet mouth take me deeper and deeper.

As she pumps me, she runs her tongue up along the underside of my dick, hitting a sensitive vein there that makes my hips thrust against her.

She chuckles, the vibrations causing me to pump even faster, encouraging her to speed her hand as well. Her other hand cups my balls, lightly massaging them as she continues to pull me deeper into her mouth.

Sooner than I’d like to admit, I’m on the edge, unable to pull myself back. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to pull myself back when it comes to Bryn. “Fuck,” I grit out. “Fuck, I’m going to… I’m about to…”

She pulls her mouth off me with one last flick of her tongue, her hands continuing to work my shaft and balls in sync.

“Fuuck.” With a groan, my orgasm hits, ropes of cum covering Bryn’s hand. Being with Bryn? It’s the best I’ve ever had.

Chapter twenty-three

Bryn

Holy shit. Watching that man lose control was literally the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Knowing I caused him to become unleashed like that…wow. I’m so turned on right now. Luckily, I brought a toy from home to help me with that once I’m back in my room.

Jameson grabs a towel from the bathroom, cleaning himself off my hand before pulling me to his chest in a deep kiss.

Wait. He’s not…going to sleep? I don’t know why I assumed he would want to make this quick so he could get a good night’s rest. I mean, besides the fact that he is a professional golfer in the middle of his first tournament back.

He moves his mouth over mine, nipping at my lower lip before angling my head to the side and diving in deeper. As his hand starts to work down to the top of my panties, I push back.

“Oh, it’s okay, Jameo. I’m good. I’ll just—”

“Are you kidding me, B? You just gave me the best blow job of my life. You expect me to not return the favor?” he asks.

He looks me directly in the eyes before continuing. “And that’s not even the right way to say it. It’s not a favor for you. I fucking want to eat your pretty pussy. I need to know what you taste like.”

I’m pretty sure my arousal is so strong at this point that he can probably taste it just by taking a deep breath, but I don’t think that’s the answer he’s looking for.

“Look,” I say. “I really appreciate the offer. I’ve just never really liked guys going down on me. I don’t know why, but it just doesn’t do it for me.”

His heavily lidded eyes meet mine again, and I see the competitor in him flare to life. The pull of the man who has risen to the top of his professional sport.

“Oh, Bryn,” he groans. “You’re telling me I can be the first person to taste your orgasm on my lips while I fuck you with my tongue?”

I back away, overwhelmed by the battle in my brain between overwhelming desire and the memories of Peter between my legs, his tongue doing nothing for me as he worked and worked. We both eventually agreed it was just better if we used a toy on the rare occasion we decided to do anything other than a make-out session with heavy dry humping.

“Uhm. No?” I say, looking everywhere but at his face. “I’m saying you could spend the rest of the night trying, and we’d both just end up frustrated.”

Jameson closes the gap between us in one long step, reaching up to cup my face and force my eyes to his. “Challenge fucking accepted, B.”

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