Page 37 of The Grave Robber

“You know how?” I asked, the question a clear challenge.

“I told you, I have Netflix.”

“They show that shit on Netflix?”

“Well, it’s more implied, but I think I get the gist of it.And you can tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

“So, this is like a lesson.”

“More like a hands-on workshop.” She reached out and ransaid hand along the outline of my erection, causing a spike of pleasure thatsurprised me with how powerful it was.

I covered her hand with mine and squeezed. “Are you sureabout this?”

She offered me asmile that was part kitten and part jaguar as she rolled onto her knees andcrawled between mine. It was my turn to look up at her. Her clear blue eyes.Her ripe mouth. Her delicate, defiant chin. She bent her head and kissed melong and hard before sliding her hands to the button of my jeans andunfastening them. She slid the zipper down, slipped her hand inside, andencircled my erection with her fingers.

I hissed in a sharp breath as blood surged under her touch.

“Am I doing this right?” she asked, teasing me with aspectacular pout. When I only nodded, she pushed my jeans over my hips andshoved me against the headboard. She did the pouty thing again. “Now, tell meif this hurts.”

I was so lost in the moment, I had no idea if she wasserious or not. But when she bent down and took me into her mouth, I almostexploded right then and there. And, holy hell, she was right. She did get thegist of it.

Blood rushed into my cock like a flood tide, and I spilled adrop into her mouth. A point of fact we didn’t talk about. What would happenwhen I came? Where should I empty myself?

My breaths came in jagged gasps as she tested how much of meshe could take into her mouth. She encircled the base of my cock with one handand cupped my balls with the other, her teeth grazing the underside of mylength as she swallowed almost the entirety of me. My muscles spasmed with eachplunge, and I was close to orgasm, but we hadn’t talked about the inevitableend.

Without breaking contact, I cupped the back of her head withmy hand, threw one leg over her, and laid her back on the bed, straddling herhead with my cock still in her mouth. I did it so I could control where I came,but she grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me farther inside. I suddenlyrealized control was the last thing I had a hold of.

Before I could stop her, before I could warn her of comingevents, the sharp sting of orgasm swelled in my abdomen and rocketed through mycock. Pleasure burst through me like a dam breaking, and I came, still cuppingher head with one hand and bracing myself against the headboard with the other.I groaned as I spilled my seed into her mouth, worried how she would take it,but she kept hold of my hips, refusing to release me, and swallowed every drop.

When the spasms ebbed, she eased her hold, and I fell ontothe bed next to her in awe.

“That’s it,” I said, dazed and confused. And still panting.“I’m subscribing to Netflix immediately.”

She laughed out loud. “I may have watched a how-to videothis morning.”

“This morning?” I asked, surprised.

“This morning.”

“You’re a really quick study.”

Her lashes floated down shyly to fan across her cheeks. “Iwanted to be prepared.”

I rolled toward her. “Halle, you didn’t have to do that.”

The smile she laid on me would’ve melted a lesser man.

It was me. I was a lesser man. She reduced me to a puddle ofprimordial goo in three seconds flat.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to,” she said. “And itwas, I don’t know… I don’t want to sound cheesy.”

“Tell me.”

“It was strangely empowering.”

Her statement surprised me at first until I realized Iunderstood. “I get that. I felt the same going down on you.”

A curious smile spread across her face as she gazed at me.“Have you always been this handsome?”

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