Page 38 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

“I always do.”

Holding myself still, I grit my jaw as she moves onto the bed and straddles my thighs. Her small fingers curl around the base of me, stroking softly from root to tip.

“It’s going to feel weird. If it hurts, though, I’ll take it off,” she says.

I nod, bunching the sheets in my fists.

The moment she leans down to kiss the head of my cock, I jerk, releasing a groan. Her giggle is beautiful but brings me to the brink of wanting to spin us around and plow my way inside of her.

“Niko,” she warns, retreating.

“I’m behavin’.”

“For now.”

With the blue ring in her fingers, she stretches it a few times, showing me how stretchy it is. Still, I doubt it will fit.

I hold my breath while she moves it over the tip. The ring is tight, like I thought. I shift beneath her at the new sensation of the ring wiggling down my length before she’s spitting down onto me and using it as lube to force it the rest of the way.

“Christ,” I grunt when she releases it.

The tight pinch of it at my base is startling. Immediately, my cock tightens, blood pooling in the shaft, unable to escape. I suck in a breath and fight the urge to give myself a testing stroke. My tip is an angry colour of red that borders on purple.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

She glides up my thighs and slides her thumb over the slit in my tip, smearing the cum as she stares down with blatant interest.

“So, how does it feel?”

“Tight. Like there’s a constant pressure in my balls and my cock is swollen. Just you touchin’ my tip is a lot.”

“Do you want to see how it feels in my mouth?” she offers breathily.

“I’d prefer to feel your pussy wrapped around it.”

“Not yet. Patience, Niko.”

“At least let me taste it, then.”

“You want it that bad?”

“Always.”

Her lips tip up at the corner. “It would be a waste to say no, then.”

My heart lurches when she slips off me and starts shedding her clothes. I hold my breath, eyes threatening to cross once her breasts pop free of the black nursing bra, swaying with their freedom.

“You do wonders for a woman’s confidence, Niko,” she murmurs, pushing her pants down and off.

“I’m just lookin’ at you.”

“You’re doing far more than that.”

Lifting a hand, I reach for her tit, needing to feel the scorching heaviness of it in my palm. She steps out of reach before I can, leaving me swallowing a demand for her to give me what I want.

“You haven’t earned that yet,” she tells me.

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