Page 51 of The Blind Date

“I’m not suppressing anything,” I whispered against his mouth, and he hungrily swallowed the words.

ChapterEleven

Cedric whispered sweet nothings into my mouth and sucked on my bottom lip. He grinned when I moaned at the wet, dirty things his tongue did to mine, and he looped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer until my chest was flush against his. With him overpowering all my senses, I had to remind myself to breathe. And with his not-so-little friend pressing into my lower stomach, proof of his desire for me, it all started to become too much, but I dared not stop. Not when I felt like I would combust if he pulled away now.

What a conundrum!

I was damned if he stopped kissing me, and I was damned if he continued.

"What do you say about moving this into the bedroom?" Cedric asked me in a barely-there whisper, raking his teeth over my bottom lip teasingly. My pussy tingled wantonly at the sensation, clenching in anticipation and hope that he would fill it with something worthy.

"I think that's the best idea you've ever had,” I grinned against his mouth.

A sudden shriek escaped me when he lifted me into the air. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly as he violated my mouth with his skilful tongue.

“What time do you need to be up in the morning?” Cedric asked in a gruff voice as he kicked the bedroom door closed behind him, a dark look in his eyes while he approached my large, double bed in the centre of the room.

"Seven," I murmured against his mouth, sucking on his tongue.

"We don't have long," he groaned, looking annoyed as he dropped me on the bed and reached for the bottom of his hoodie. "Not if we don't want to risk being late for work in the morning."

"Then I guess we’ll just have to make every second count.” The grin was wiped from my face when Cedric pulled his hoodie over his head–taking his shirt with it–to reveal his bare, chiselled chest.

My mouth watered at the delicious sight of him, and when he reached for the waistband of his jogging bottoms, I forgot to breathe again.

Sex on legs, indeed.

It had to be illegal to look that good.

“I’m going to make you regret those words, darling,” Cedric chuckled darkly, now standing in front of me in nothing but his black silk boxers that did nothing to hide the large bulge I had the pleasure of feeling against my stomach earlier.

I couldn’t wait to feel it without any clothes between us.

And then inside me.

My mouth watered at the erotic little show he put on by slipping his boxers down his legs to release his angry, veiny cock, beaded with milky pre-come.

I gulped at the sight of his cock, both bigger and thicker than I was used to.

Did Cedric have a big cock, or had I been out of the game too long?

“Like what you see, darling?” He asked in a low, gravelly tone.

It took me a moment to realise he had said something. “Yes.”

Cedric chuckled at the bewildered look on my face. He closed the distance to the bed and leaned closer, his cock mere inches from my hungry mouth. All I had to do was part my lips and lean forward to take him in my mouth. The dark look in his eyes told me that was exactly what he wanted, too.

And so, that's just what I did.

Cedric’s mouth tasted minty with a hint of something earthy. When I wrapped my lips around the bulbous head of his cock and sucked hard, I learned his cock was musky and earthy–thankfully, not the least bit minty.

Cedric groaned and fisted my hair to keep it from obstructing his view of me going down on him. The throaty groans and grunts that escaped him told me I was doing a good job. While I was no stranger to giving blow jobs, I was far from an expert, so the reassurance was appreciated.

"Fuck. You suck my cock so good, darling.” Cedric threw his head back, gently thrusting into my mouth as I took him deeper and deeper. I managed to take three-quarters of his cock down my throat before my gag reflex kicked in.

I panted heavily and suckled on the tip. Before I could suck Cedric's cock back down my throat, he groaned and pulled me back by the roots of my hair.

"What are you doing?" I huffed.

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