Page 135 of Under an Endless Moon

“I want to stand in it.” I tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “Let me taste you.”

That fire blazed.

“Not sure you know what you’re asking for.”

“Show me.” I let a little of the vulnerability seep into my voice. The truth that I didn’t know what I was doing. That I’d never experienced this, and I wanted to experience it with him.

Something shifted in his gaze.

A darkness that flashed through his features. His voice wentgruff as he reached out and ran the pad of his thumb over my lips. “You want me to fuck this hot little mouth?”

A hurricane roared in my middle, and I had to shift and press my thighs together to try to staunch some of the ache that lit in my core.

I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Yes. I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to show me what it means when you say you like it rough.”

An earthquake rocked the ground, and his expression ignited in sheer possession.

He slowly climbed to his feet.

A fortress that stood.

A tower that reigned.

Magnificent and terrifying.

So glorious and fierce and rough that another tremble rocked my being. I stared up at him, at the muscles that flexed and bowed, at his cock that pushed at the fabric of his shorts.

He reached out and dragged the pad of his thumb down by my lips before he pushed it inside. Hard and deep.

My belly twisted as I sucked.

It was a precursor.

A warning.

I wasn’t sure.

The only thing I knew was I wanted more. I wanted to see him. Experience him.

Have him.

I edged up enough so I could hook my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. I started to wiggle them down, careful of his wound as I tugged them free and he stepped out of them, though I was basically knocked senseless the second I freed his dick.

Lightheadedness nearly sent me sideways.

Holy fuck.

I had only felt the shape of him last night. Of course, I’d known he was big. I’d known he would be before he’d ever let me touch him. Every part of himwas.

But this I was unprepared for.

He was massive, his giant cock bobbing as it strained for the sky.

Thick and obscenely long, the purpled head bulging and dripping at the tip.

My stomach toppled over, and my tongue stroked over my lips as a flash of heat pitched through my bloodstream.

“Careful with the way you’re looking at me.”

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