Page 37 of Tripp

Undeniable.

Electric.

“Yes,” I moaned, writhing on top of him and pushing my breasts closer to his face. Needing him to take me in his mouth, I brazenly taunted him until whatever resolve he had left shattered into pieces.

“Fuck,” he groaned, latching on to my breast while toying with the other. The sensation was too much. Every flick of his tongue over my sensitive nipple. Every gentle tug of his teeth, his tongue soothing the bite so the line between pleasure and pain blurred together. “These are mine, baby. Do you hear me?” he asked, switching from one breast to the other, pinching the erect buds until I could barely stand it.

Tripp rose from the couch while holding me exactly in the same position. I wrapped my legs around his waist to ensure I wouldn’t fall. Hell, I never wanted to separate from the man ever again. Our mouths found one another’s as he climbed the steps and hurried toward my bedroom, our tongues dueling for dominance. But it was no contest; he took control like he always did, and I’d never been so happy to submit.

Once inside my room, he wasted no time before laying me on my back and ripping my skirt from me, quickly followed by my panties.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he groaned, kicking off his boots before removing the rest of his clothing, standing before me in all his glory. As my eyes trailed down the length of him, starting with his gorgeous face, to his sculpted chest and abs, then down to his . . .oh my God!

With furrowed brows, I leaned up on my elbows and stared right at his package. His overly large, extremely rigid, previously well-hidden surprise. I knew he was gifted down below when I’d felt it against my thigh earlier, but I never would have imagined just how big he was.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, glancing down at himself before finally nodding. “Uh . . . never mind. I know what that look’s for.”

Tripp

Scrambling until she was on her knees, a position I’d envisioned her in too many times to count, she shook her head and looked at me with a twinge of fear in her eyes. “You don’t honestly think that’ll fit inside me, do you?”

If I weren’t so fuckin’ hard right then, the situation probably would have made me laugh. Reece pointed at my dick in disbelief, and while I found the whole scene flattering, I knew there was a chance I’d hurt her. And that was the last thing I ever wanted to do.

Before I could respond with some sort of reassurance, Reece crawled toward me, her tits heavy and begging for my mouth again. I wanted nothing more than to flip her on her back and plunge inside her, but I knew I could never do that. Not the way I wanted. Not until she became comfortable with my size.

Inching closer still, she glanced up at me before wrapping her hand around me, my cock twitching in her tight hold. “Fuck me,” I growled. “Don’t tease me too much or I’ll be done before I even start.”

“It’s just so big,” she whispered, stroking me from base to tip. Slowly. Tentatively. In awe at the sheer size of it. When a drop of precum coated the tip, she swirled it around with her thumb, stroking me quicker than before.

“Reece . . . ,” I warned, the look of failing restraint plastered all over my face. “You can’t keep doin’ that. Not unless you want me to come.” My eyes were pinned to hers the entire time, and when I saw a small smile tilt her lips, I knew she was up to no good.

“I just wanted to touch it.”

“Well, don’t stop there, sweetheart.” A wolfish grin spread across my face. “You can taste it if you want.” On reflex, my cock jerked in her hand, emphasizing my offer for her to wrap her lips around me.

“I might just take you up on that,” she said, licking her lips as if already preparing to swallow me whole. Well, not whole because I’d never fit.

The heated look in her eyes, mixed with the heaviness of my balls, told me that if she took me in her mouth I’d never last.

“Never mind. I don’t want you to do it.”

“No?” She drew closer until her lips hovered over me, the sight of her about to suck me into her mouth pushing me toward the edge.

“Reece,” I warned again. “I’m serious. Don’t. Not yet. I don’t wanna come down your throat.” No matter what I said, it didn’t deter her from doing what she wanted. Sure, I could have stopped her, but there was a part of me that wanted to see what she’d do. She was clearly fascinated with me. Who was I to stop her from exploring my dick?

“I’ll just do it for a second,” she promised, opening her perfect mouth and wrapping her lips around me. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me in as far as she could, which wasn’t much. But it was enough, all the same.

It took every ounce of control I had not to thrust inside her wet, hot mouth. So, to steady myself, I grabbed her hair and positioned her where I wanted her. She tried to take more of me but I pulled back, only allowing the tip to remain inside. I felt the ache in my balls building, threatening to explode soon if I didn’t pull out all the way. But it felt too good—amazing, even.

“Goddammit!” I roared, restricting her movements every time she pushed to take more of me. Knowing it would all be over too soon, I pushed her back and I finally fell from her mouth. I swore it felt as if I’d run a fuckin’ marathon. The air pushed from my lungs in heavy spurts, my chest rising and falling simply from lust alone. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” I told her, watching her smile widen. Her saliva made it easier for me to stroke myself while she watched, the desire in her eyes taking over in the form of sheer fascination. “Do you like watching me do this?”

She nodded, biting the corner of her bottom lip in excitement.

“Lie back,” I demanded, kneeling once her back hit the bed. “Spread your legs.”

“Tripp, I’m nervous,” she admitted, worry etching faint lines around her eyes.

I’d better put her mind at ease, or she’s gonna chew the hell out of that poor, abused lip.

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