Page 97 of Spike

I pulled off myT-shirt with a huff.

“Okay, not so softanymore.”

I bit my lip andblushed, feeling more irritated with myself for feeling insecure than I didabout being unclothed in front of Spike.

“Am I ever goingto stop feelingless than?”

“I fuckin’ hopeso, honey,” he said. “But you don’t ever have to worry because I’ll remind youevery day if you forget.”

I skirted the bedand made my way to him, dropping my head to his chest and wrapping my arms aroundhis waist. “I love you.”

“Love you too,baby. Gonna need your help getting me out of these jeans, though. My dick’shard and my hands are wrapped too tight to work the button.”

I couldn’t stop aquiet snort-laugh as I looked up at him. “Does that mean I can try and, um,give you a blow job?”

“Fuck.” Hisnostrils flared as he took in a deep breath. “Yeah, baby, you can absolutely dothat.”

I clapped my handsand stepped back, finally noticing the bruises on his torso. I gasped. “Oh myword.” I gently touched one of the bruises on his ribs and he leaned away from me.“How bad does this hurt?”

“Not bad,” hesaid, but I was sure he was lying.

“I think we shouldwait.”

“Oh, hell no.We’re not waiting on my account. If you’ve changed your mind, that’s one thing,but—”

“No, I’ve actuallywanted to for a while.”

He raised aneyebrow. “You have?”

I blushed. “Yes,but I don’t want to hurt you, Spike.”

“I just took apain pill, baby. I’m feelin’ no pain. And your lips wrapped around my dick isgonna be nothin’ but a delight.”

I settled my handson his shoulders… about the only place that didn’t have a bruise, and asked.“Are you sure?”

“I’m fuckin’sure.”

I nodded andhelped him remove his jeans and boxer briefs before kneeling in front of him.

I really had no ideawhat I was doing but Gemma had given me a rather quick rundown of the basicsand had sent me a link to one of her favorite naughty movies. I’d watched abouttwenty seconds of it and slammed my laptop closed as I stood with my freezerdoor open in an attempt to cool my heated cheeks before returning to my laptopand forcing myself to do ‘research.’

I looked up athim. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong, right?”

“Just don’t bitemy dick off and you’ll be good.”

I rolled my eyes.“Helpful, honey, thanks.”

I wrapped my handaround his cock and stroked gently before covering the tip with my mouth. Itook him deeper and Spike settled his hands on my head as I gripped his lengthgently and pulled down, taking him further.

He groaned as I continuedto work his cock with my mouth and hand. I cupped his balls, taking him all theway to the back of my throat, moving my hand faster and faster as I almostgagged myself.

“Baby, I’m gonnacome,” he warned.

I pulled back.“What do I do?”

“Depends on if youwant to spit or swallow,” he rasped.

I licked my lips.“I’ll try anything once.”

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