Page 73 of Warrior's Walk

“Which would you prefer?”

“I want you to fuck me. Should I turn over?”

“As tempting as that is, I want you just like this.”

Rhett fists his cock, stroking it slowly to tempt me, as if I need more convincing. He draws out a clear bead of fluid that pools in his slit before spilling down his cockhead. Rhett gasps as I bend to lick it up. The salty flavor brings my taste buds to life, making my mouth water for more. The tight muscles of his abs ripple beneath the silken skin as I suck him between my lips.

His dick kicks in my mouth, a blatant sign of his arousal.

Nah, I think I’ll play with him first, like a cat with a mouse.

Hovering my mouth over his length, my hot breath tickles his sensitive skin until he pushes at my head. My tongue snakes out to lap at his wet slit.

“Fuckin’ suck me,” Rhett begs, his head raised to watch me.

“Like this?” I ask, taking him to the back of my throat in one quick suck.

“Ah, fuck,” he hisses. “More.”

Slowing down, I take my time, savoring him, drawing out the glide of my lips over each vein and ridge. My tongue tickles the groove beneath his crown.

“I’m in love with your mouth,” he moans, making me smile despite my stuffed mouth. “Does my cock taste good?”

Shit, if he starts talking like that, I’m done with the sucking and moving onto the fucking, real quick.

My answer is to suck hard on his inflamed head until he cries out. “Too much!”

Chuckling, I pop off his cock. “Turn over.”

“Hell yeah. You got lube in your nightstand?”

“I didn’t say I was going to fuck you, did I?”

“Then what’re you—” He gets the idea when I run my tongue through his crease, licking over his hole until he clenches tight. “Oh, shit!”

Rhett’s ass tastes fucking amazing. I could eat him for every meal. Looking up, I see the swell of his ass, the perfect bubble. I slow my strokes, lapping at him, driving him out of his mind until he backs his ass up against my face, begging for more.

“You’re a dirty fucker,” he pants, obviously loving it.

Swallowing his musky flavor, I crawl over his back, planting my knees between his spread thighs. My tongue traces the ridges of his spine, sending shivers throughout his body.

“You gonna fuck menow?”

“Eager, aren’t you?”

“For your thick, uncut cock? Hell yeah, can you blame me?”

I love hearing that. Rhett makes me feel like the world’s hottest stud, the most accomplished physician, the most hardened soldier. He elevates me with his admiration, lending me just a small measure of his invincibility that makes me feel twenty years younger.

I’m still not ready to fuck him. When I get my dick inside his tight ass, it’ll be a struggle to hold back, to last long enough to please him. I want to savor this, to draw out the pleasure for both our sakes.

Bucking my hips, I drag my cockhead through his cheeks, rubbing over his hole. My arms are under his, which gives me leverage to grind harder against his ass. The clean scent of him is in my nose, the smell of his evergreen shampoo settling over me until he consumes me—sight, smell, and the feel of him. Hisbroad body is warm and hard beneath mine. Rhett fits perfectly against me. His ass lines up perfectly with my cock while giving my mouth unfettered access to his neck and ear.

“Feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for this,” I whisper.

“God, at least six months,” he smarts. My crown catches his rim and I push against his hole. “You’re right, feels like a lifetime.”

“Grab the lube from my drawer.”

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