Page 44 of Not As Advertised

He slowly climbed off the bed and stood in front of me.

“Take them off.” He slid a finger into the waistband of those gray pajama pants. His hard length waited for my mouth. This part of him, of course, was perfectly proportionate to the rest of his body.

I shivered as his words washed over me. I could see why he’d enjoyed going down on me so much. There was something amazing about being deliberate and conscious of giving him pleasure versus a lust-induced frenzy.

He kept eye contact as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, dropping it beside him.

I obeyed and pulled the fabric down from his waist, stepping out of them when they reached the floor.

He grasped his cock at its thick base. The hand with my come on it. Little sets of fireworks shot through my blood. Jesus, he didn’t even need words to communicate his debauched ideas.

With a firm grip, he leisurely stroked his cock all the way to the tip, swiping the bead of precome. Now, he was using our combined juices to jack himself off.

After a few more pulls, he stopped. His length was now even harder than before. He took his hand off his cock and brought two fingers against my mouth. His other hand reached behind my head and gathered my hair in a ponytail. Sliding his hand down to the ends of my hair, he wrapped it around his fist. Wrapping my hair around his hand, two, three, four times, he gave it the gentlest tug forward and pushed his fingers between my lips.

“Open for me.”

My lips parted excitedly for him. I laved his fingers with my tongue. Sucking his fingers a little deeper, I stroked them with my tongue to show him what I wanted to do to his cock.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth with a growled “Good girl” for me. Gripping himself by the base once more, he brought his tip up against my lips and tapped them lightly. More precome stuck to my bottom lip. I quickly flicked out my tongue to lap it up, my eyes closing.

“I want to see your eyes, Abbie. Can you open them?” I blinked them open to return my gaze to him. His smile was all teeth, a wolf that had found his dinner. It wasn’t a pleased smile—it was a hungry one. I squirmed under his gaze, feeling turned on again despite just having come down from my climax.

“There you are. You’re going to make me feel so good.”

Opening my lips, he pushed the tip of his cock between them. I immediately started sucking him with as much pressure as I could, licking the underside with long, hard strokes. He used my hair to gently but firmly hold me in place while he slowly pushed toward the back of my mouth. He stopped just before he hit my throat, pulling back so that I was mouthing his tip once more.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, your mouth is a thousand times hotter than I’ve been dreaming about all these weeks.”

I tried to communicate how much I wanted this by never taking my eyes off his. His cock grazed the back of my throat, so I concentrated on breathing as best I could through my nose. With the way he was looking at me, I knew even if I messed this up, he wouldn’t hold it against me. It made it a lot easier to let my mind relax and concentrate on his reactions.

He paused for mere seconds before he pulled back, letting me gasp for a few breaths of air before plunging forward again.

His gaze was fiery, and his jaw clenched as he watched his cock move in and out of my mouth. I could feel the strength ofhis body chasing his release. I loved that I had this power over him.

“Fuck yes. Like that. Just thinking about this moment will keep me hard all day.”

With a few more strong thrusts, he stalled his movements. My lips were tender from the stretch of his cock, but I sucked as deeply as I could, determined to show him I was all in. Spurts of come lashed my tongue. I sealed my lips around him, trying to not let any of his release escape.

“My god! You’re going to make me an addict.”

He slowly slipped his cock out of my mouth. I gave him a few more firm licks with my tongue before one last flick into the little slit at the head. My movements had him grunting, overly sensitive. His cock fell from my lips as he let go of my hair.

Aiden reached down and helped me up, pulling me into his arms. My muscles were tight from holding the position for so long, but I felt high with adrenaline.

He gathered me to him, pressing our bodies together and kissing me deeply. I loved the heat of his naked skin against mine. Guiding us onto the bed, he arranged our limbs so we were wrapped around each other. The haze of pleasure abated a bit as I watched his eyes for a hint of what he was thinking. He gazed back at me with such pure affection that it took my breath away. I didn’t have a clue what he might say next.

“Abbie, you are incredible.” I blushed as he rubbed his thumb over my cheek.

I hazily wondered if someone could pass out from pleasure. The state of euphoria brought on by the orgasm Aiden had just wrought from my body had me feeling boneless. It was like he had known all these magical ways to light up the sensations I was feeling and coupled it with the most shockingly filthy talk he could think of. How could he appear so proper and then have such a depth for depravity?

While the contrast in his words initially shocked me, my body responded to the visions he described. I’d never imagined I would appreciate dirty talk, but it seemed Aiden could do no wrong when it came to me. Take that, book boyfriends!

I knew this dance we’d been doing this week was not the start of a relationship. He was not, and couldn’t be, my boyfriend. Being so drawn to him had me jumping in with both feet, for once just forgetting all the consequences. The combination of his protectiveness, how attuned to my reactions he was, and his fierce need for me was deadly.

There was no switch to turn my feelings off.

But I reasoned that those were problems for tomorrow’s Abbie. Instead, I pressed my face into his neck and savored the scent that was pure Aiden. The warm smell of his skin was too good to pass up.

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