Page 48 of Smolder

“I don’t understand what you’re telling me.”

Her shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh.

“Orgasms aren’t easy for me. I have them, but I have to be the one that does it.”

“You’ve not gotten off during sex then?”

How the hell had a man not gotten her off while fucking her?

“No, I have. I just do it. You know, I rub my clit to do it,” she explained, then pressed her lips together, looking embarrassed she’d said that.

Oh, hell no. I played with one of her nipples while holding her gaze. “You won’t touch yourself when I’m inside you, and you’ll orgasm more than once.”

A small laugh left her lips. “I would tell you not to be disappointed if I don’t, but I think I believe you.”

“You spread those legs for me right now, and I’ll show you,” I told her.

She was considering it. I could see it in her expressive eyes.

“As tempting as that might be, I still don’t think I’m ready,” she said, sounding as if the decision pained her as much as it did my throbbing cock.

She started to get up, and I grabbed her waist.

“That doesn’t mean you have to get off me.”

Her eyes dropped to my lap, then slowly made their way back up to me. “You gave me an amazing orgasm. I was just going to return the favor.”

I was going to break through the zipper on these jeans.

“No favor to return,” I told her, although I wanted her hands or mouth on my cock more than I wanted to breathe. “The taste of your pussy was all I needed.”

She blushed some more and started to get off me again. I let her this time. When she was standing up, she moved between my legs, and I widened them, watching. This was her show now, and I’d take whatever she was willing to give me.

When she bent down to unsnap and unzip my jeans, I held my breath. The sight of her slender fingers working to get me out of my pants was one of those things I would burn into my brain to jack off to over and over again. I lifted my hips for her, and she tugged down the jeans, along with my boxer briefs, until they were on the floor, pooled around my boots.

Her eyes, as she took in my hard length, made the predator that had suddenly taken up residence in my body snap to attention.

She ran a fingertip down the side of it. “That’s, uh … wow. Um, I didn’t realize sizes differed so much.”

I chuckled. “What do you mean?”

Her eyes lifted to mine. “This is the biggest one I’ve seen. It’s much bigger.”

“Not a good time to mention the other dicks you’ve seen, baby,” I warned her. The thing pacing inside me, pressing too close to the border, didn’t like thinking about it any more than I did.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

I said nothing because she wrapped her fingers around me and began to pump slowly. Words were gone. I was solely focused on watching her pretty hand on my dick.

She eased down to her knees in front of me, and I wasn’t sure if I was gonna weep at the sight or make an idol in her honor to fucking worship.

Nothing had ever looked so damn good as Royal’s mouth taking my cock, her lips slowly moving down it. She had only half of my dick in when it hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back slightly. I wanted to slam her face back down on it, but I’d be damned if I hurt her.

Her lips tightened around me, and she went down further, making me lightheaded; it felt so good.

“Look at me,” I told her.

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