Page 32 of Love Restored

He carried her to the bedroom and set her on her feet before quickly stripping her. She tossed her shoes as soon as he let her down and then helped him with her leggings, but he had her bra undone and her panties off in a blink.

The fact that she stood naked in front of him, stretch marks and signs of bearing a child on full display, all while he was fully dressed shouldn’t have been a turn on, but it was. She pushed thoughts of what she wasn’t revealing to him out of her mind and tried to live in the moment.

She’d deal with the consequences later.

“Get naked,” she rasped. “I need you naked.”

He chuckled even as he reached out and cupped her breast in one large, calloused hand. She gasped as he slid his thumb over her nipple. “We can do that. Yeah, we can do that. And, baby? I think these pierced would have been hot as fuck. They’re hot as fuck now, too.”

She nipped at his jaw, needing more. “Thank you. Now take off your fucking clothes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now who’s in charge?” she teased.

He reached around and smacked her ass. Hard. “If me getting naked gets me in that cunt of yours quickly, then yeah, I’ll do what you want.”

She rolled her eyes, then moaned as he slid his hand between the crease of her ass, dipping inside to probe her. She licked her lips. “Not that kind of play on the first date, Gallagher.”

His eyes brightened. “Does that mean I get your ass one day?”

“First, let me see your cock.” She laughed as he undressed so fast, she was afraid he’d break something. Seriously, tell a man you might be open to anal at some point and suddenly, they’re quick as lightning to get things done.

She looked at him, all muscles and sinew, hard—and yet she knew he could be soft. He was tanned like he worked outside but had faint tan lines like someone who worked long hours outdoors and didn’t care about getting his color even. His arms were thick, as were his thighs. She wanted to lick every inch of him.

Every. Inch.

And those are some inches, she thought as she looked at his cock.

“Um, yeah, I don’t think that’s going to fit in my ass, Graham.” He was wide and long, thick, and oh so hard. The piercing on the end glinted under the lights, and she couldn’t wait to feel that inside her. She knew that he’d hit her at the right spot, and she’d see stars. The man worked wonders with his hands, and she had a feeling he’d be even better with his cock.

Graham kissed her then. “Just the tip?” he asked with a laugh.

She laughed with him, but when she reached out and gripped him, he groaned. “Let me see,” she said smoothly before going down on her knees.

“Holy hell, you on your knees in front of me is a hell of a sight.”

“Just wait until you see the back of my head.”

Graham threw his head back and laughed before choking on it. He gripped the back of her head and hissed. “Fuck!”

She’d licked the tip of his dick around the piercing before carefully wrapping her mouth around the head. She had to be careful of her teeth, but since she worked and dated within her industry, she was no stranger to blowjobs with pierced dicks. When she cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped the rest of his cock with the other, he moaned again.

“Baby, I’m going to come if you’re not careful.”

She looked up at him and hummed before bobbing up and down, licking around the crown as he moaned and thrust his hips. When she let go of his balls to reach around and play along the crease of his ass, he froze.

“Blake?”

She pulled back and kissed the side of his dick. “Ass play is fair game, Gallagher.”

When he pulled her up, she wasn’t surprised, but his words did surprise her. “You can play with my prostate and even fuck me in the ass later if you want, but I don’t want to come in your mouth. I need you now. Got me?”

She laughed and shook her head. “I didn’t think that would be your game, Graham. What about the whole control thing?”

“I like control when I’m fucking you, Blake. But I’m not a young guy who is learning how to make a woman come. I know how to find your clit and your G-spot. I’m going to make you come fucking hard, too. But for me? I like it all. I might not be into guys like Jake is, but I don’t mind you playing with my prostate if it turns us both on.”

Holy hell, Graham Gallagher not only talked dirty, but he was dirty.

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