Page 22 of My First and Only Crush

He twists us around again, pinning me down on the bed. Now his glittering gaze has a steely, dangerous edge to it. His whole chest heaves as he wedges himself between my thighs and rocks that erection right up against where I need it most. “I’ll give you what you need, little mouse. But you need to be careful what you beg for. Daddy has been lonely for a very long time.”

“How long?”

He doesn’t answer me. Maybe he didn’t hear my question. Maybe I didn’t say it out loud. My heart pounds in my throat. “You don’t need to be lonely anymore, Trick.”

He growls, snapping his hips and driving me into the bed. “I need to take care of you first, you understand? So you have to promise not to talk about fucking until you’re good and ready, you understand?”

“No…” He’s like a beast on top of me, and I love it.

His grip on my wrists turns into proper manacles. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not,” I gasp.

But then I lick my lips, and he roars, grinding against me once more before scrambling off the bed.

His erection is straining the limits of his pants.

I roll after him and sink to my knees in front of him.

Now his gaze is nothing but dark, aching desire as he looks down at me.

I unbuckle his belt. “Will you be able to control yourself better if I take care ofyoufirst?”

“I shouldn’t let you…” But his hand is already sinking into my hair, and I feel a wicked sense of pride that I can sense what this big man needs, even though I’m a complete innocent in this regard.

It’s hard to unzip his pants over the straining shaft. He groans as my fingers push against his cock, and then he sucks in a sharp breath when it surges forward, the cotton of his boxers no match for his dick.

Trick’s dick.

Trick’s cock.

I imagined it a lot. Too much, really.

But I am not prepared for the reality.

He is big. And he is hard.

But more than that, he isvirile.

His belly strains above the dark thatch of hair I reveal, and then the darker, smooth skin of his erection. A heady scent of clean soap and aroused man wafts over me as I wrap my fingers around his base and guide his cock fully into view.

It pulses in my hand, throbbing. I wrap my other hand around the tip, my fists stacked, and I make a tentative stroke up and down.

He moans like an animal and sways above me.

Yes, Trick needs to come. That will help, I’m sure of it.

“You won the World Series,” I whisper, looking up at him as I sway my mouth closer to his tip. “You’re a World Champion.”

“You’re my reward,” he growls. “Your sweet little mouth.”

I nod. “You want me to lick it?”

“Fuck.” His hand tightens in my hair. “Yes, baby. Lick Daddy’s cock. Be a good girl and taste that drop of seed on the tip. I made it for you.”

I lean in and lap it up, his gift for me, hisseed. The taste explodes on my tongue, forbidden and musky, and I exhale sharply before taking another lick, another swallow, then a whole mouthful, covering his tip with my lips and sucking.

He rumbles instructions at me. “Bigger mouth, that’s it. Lick me while you suck it. Can you take any more? Your lips are so pretty when they’re stretched wide around me. Fuck, I feel it spilling out of me already. Can you taste me? Daddy filling your mouth, when you were begging him to fill your pussy…this is wrong, Sinclaire. I shouldn’t fuck your mouth before I make love to your little pussy.”

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