Page 38 of Snow Harm, No Foul

He guides strong fingers through my hair to hold the back of my head. I lower his zipper before beginning to tug his jeans down his thick thighs.

I’ve only seen his dick once during our first time, and having it in front of me right now with nothing between us? My mouth waters as I take it in my hand and stroke the silky length, exploring the different veins and ridges.

“You make me so fuckin’ hard,” he groans, tightening his hold on me. “Looks so good in your hand. Those pretty nails wrapped around it.”

“Do you like the colour of them?” I ask, wiggling my fingers.

“I’d like any colour.”

“Do you have a favourite?”

“Need to try them all. Test them all just like this,” he grits out.

I scoot forward an inch and pump him harder, twisting my wrist the way I remember him liking. When his thighs clench tight, I bring him to my lips, rubbing the wet tip across them.

Precum coats my lips while my other hand finds his balls, massaging them. He grunts a breath and throbs in my hold.

“Gonna coat those big tits this time,” he promises, thrusting into my hand.

I grin, letting him inside my mouth. My tongue swipes along his slit, drawing out another groan from his chest as I suck. Power swells inside of me with every noise he makes, until I’m vibrating between my legs.

He’s so thick it’s hard to fit the entire width inside, but I flatten my tongue and force myself to relax enough to let him in. A gag tears through me when he bumps the back of my throat, and my eyes burn before tears slip down my cheeks.

Crying this time is different. This is purely sexual. My insecurities have been cast away, and now, the only thing I want is to make my man come.

“Relax your throat, angel,” he orders on a tight exhale. “Gonna slide all the way in.”

My eyes grow wide, nerves tumbling through my stomach. I’ve never taken anyone down my throat before and certainly never tried with anyone as big as him. Travis was at least three inches shorter and not as thick, but he never bothered trying to teach me.

Niko strokes my cheek and angles my head further back. He grabs my throat and tightens his hold just enough that my next swallow is strained.

“Breathe through your nose for me,” he instructs calmly.

I jerk my chin in a quick nod.

He presses on my pulse. “Good girl.”

Fuck, he might as well have licked my pussy. His praise is as good as a stroke of his cock inside of me, and I immediately need more of it.

Breathing with my nose like he said, I watch him through teary lashes and wait for him to move. The first glide of his shaft along my tongue has me gripping at his thighs for stability.

“Don’t close up on me,” he coos, continuing to pet my skin. “I’m goin’ to slide inside now.”

Just now? What was he doing before then?

With a jerk of his hips, his cock moves deeper, and I gag around him. Drool collects at the corners of my mouth and slides down my chin, but I don’t care. I hold on to him and blink through the tears.

“Oh, fuck, angel. Such a tight fuckin’ throat. I’m goin’ to . . .shit. Swallow again.”

I do, and he somehow slides deeper, no longer bumping my throat but slipping down it. My nails dig into his bare thighs so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve broken skin. I don’t dare look away to see.

The complete rapture in his stare keeps my attention as I ache to see just how insane I can drive him. How much I can pleasure him.

I’m dripping down my thighs, so sensitive that a spring breeze over my clit could make me come. My eyelids start to flutter shut, but then the hand around my throat tightens.

I try to focus on him through the wall of tears and swallow again.

“Eyes on me, Ivy. Don’t look away while I’m fucking your throat. I want your attention as I claim you here,” he spits, sounding more beast than man.

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