Page 45 of Claimed by Him

And what a prize.

The man was a work of art, and I took the time to drink in the sight of him, naked and all mine. His cock lay heavy on his thigh, thickening, but not yet fully aroused. It was time to help him with that.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, lightly stroking him from root to tip. I’d touched other men before, but it never failed to amaze me at just how soft the skin was on such a delicate part of the body. No, I decided. Delicate was the wrong word. There was nothing delicate about what I held in my hand.

I ran my nail along the underside of his cock, tracing the vein that ran there, pumping blood into his growing erection. Sensitive was a better word.

He muttered something under his breath, and I looked up at him. “What was that?”

“I said you are killing me.” He smiled. “But I don’t mind.”

“I’m just getting started,” I warned him.

I held him in one hand as I licked his skin, the bitter tang of salt and musk exploding on my tongue. I’d never really minded oral sex, but I didn’t think I’d ever enjoyed it as much as I was enjoying it now. It was more than the physical sensation of taking him into my mouth, more than the feel of the tip slipping past my lips and over my tongue. It was the sounds he made, those throaty groans and primal grunts, each one turning me on even more.

I cupped his balls, rolling them between my fingers as I moved my mouth and hand in tandem. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, then sucked on it like it was some sort of treat. Maybe it was. I enjoyed myself during sex, but this was different. He wanted to take charge. I could feel it. The fact that he was holding back intrigued me, and that wasn’t something I experienced too often.

He cursed, running his hand through my hair, strong fingers massaging my scalp before pushing down just hard enough for me to know what he wanted. I went lower, taking him deeper. My mouth stretched painfully wide, jaw aching, but I let his cock slide to the back of my throat, holding as much of him in my mouth as I could.

“Fuck, Rona!”

He yanked me up by my hair, the pain sending tears to my eyes even as I coughed and gasped. Before I could catch my breath, he hauled me up on his lap, his arms tight around me.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I shouldn’t have–”

I grabbed the back of his head and slammed my mouth onto his, cutting off the rest of the sentence. His cock was hot and hard against my leg, and his hands moved down to palm my ass, grinding me against him. At least I knew he still wanted me. Judging by the way his hips were jerking against me, he really wanted me.

I bit down on his lip, and he growled, the sound going straight through me.

“Careful. You might not like what happens if you keep that up.”

I reached down between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock. “Maybe I’ll like it a lot.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked up at me, and then he flipped us over. His hands went to my pants, yanking them and my underwear off in one quick motion. He tossed them over his shoulder and reached for my shirt.

“No.”

He stopped and gave me a curious look.

“If that changes things–”

He leaned over me, the hair on his legs rough against the insides of my thighs. “Do you still want this?”

I nodded without hesitation. My body was throbbing, and if I didn’t get some relief from him, I’d have to take care of it myself, but he would do a hell of a lot better job.

In one smooth move, he grabbed my legs and slid down between my thighs. The moment his tongue touched me, a shudder ran through me and my eyes closed. Waves of blissful pleasure washed over me, each one stronger than the last. I’d known he had a skilled tongue, but this was above and beyond anything I could have imagined.

A spike of pain jolted me upright, and I glared down at Jalen. He grinned up at me, his expression as heated as my flushed skin. “I told you that you might not like what came next.”

“Do it again.”

His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, watching as he turned his head and sank his teeth into the flesh of my inner thigh. The shock of pain was expected this time, but it didn’t make the intensity any less. And it definitely didn’t make me enjoy it any less.

I’d always known that I liked things a little rough, but I’d never been able to ask anyone to go as far as I wanted. Jalen, it appeared, would do it without any qualms.

“Damn,” he said as he slid a finger inside me. “You’re soaked.”

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