Page 66 of Worth Every Risk

That was fast.

I moan against his shoulder, gasping for breath as he continues to work me. The pleasure lasts longer than I’ve ever experienced, tingles spreading to my fingers and toes for what feels like minutes on end.

As the height of my orgasm ebbs, he strokes me more slowly, bringing me down until the post-orgasmic jerks running through me ease off and my breathing returns to normal.

I’m completely spent, hanging boneless in his arms.

“Thank you,” I murmur, the words little more than an exhalation against his chest.

“My absolute pleasure,” he replies. “But we’re not finished yet.”

He lifts me into his arms, and I bring my legs around his hips. His erection presses against me, and a shot of pleasure fills my core. I could come again in seconds. I’ve never been this turned on before.

He carries me into the bedroom, where there is the most enormous bed I’ve ever seen.The big bed.The sheets look like they’ve never been slept on.Does he have them changed every day, like he lives in a hotel?When he lies me down on them, they’re softer than any I’ve felt before.

“These sheets,” I purr, spreading my arms over them like I’m making a snow angel. “So soft.”

He smiles as he kneels at the end of the bed to remove my shoes and socks. He does it with such reverence—kissing my ankles, then the arches of my feet—that watching him is unmistakably sensual.

I can’t bear the tension. I’m so aroused I want to wriggle out of his grip, just so I can push him to the floor and straddle him, but before I can move, he yanks down my trousers and pyjama shorts. I raise my hips to let him slide them off, and he doesn’t take his eyes off me as he drops them in a heap on the floor.

I’m spread out on his bed, entirely naked, with nothing on me but the heat of his gaze. And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

He stands at the end of the bed, dragging a hand through his hair as his gaze roves hungrily over my naked body. “I want to remember this forever. You’re so unbelievably beautiful. Where the fuck did you come from?”

I’ve never been looked at this way, and his handsome face displaying such awe is incredibly sexy, but the hint of disbelief there, as if there’s a chance I’m a figment of his imagination, makes me laugh, and he briefly closes his eyes.

“I love the sound of your laughter,” he tells me, a dazzling smile breaking over his face. “You always sound so happy.”

“I am happy.” I sit up and crawl towards him. His eyebrows rise, his irises twinkling with excitement. I rise up to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. His pecs are so defined, the ridges of his abs so perfect. I could play his torso like a musicalinstrument. For a few moments I stroke his tanned skin, kissing the muscles, flicking his nipples with my tongue.I can’t believe I’m doing this.His breaths are quick and shallow.

Then I sit back and tuck the tips of my fingers into the waistband of his trousers. “I want to see that beautiful dick of yours.”

He grants permission with a slight nod of his head. I loosen his belt, but he does the rest, removing his trousers and boxers in one swift motion.

His cock is huge and thick, and so fucking hard. The tip is already beading with pre-cum. It’s even more magnificent than it looked in the pool room.

“Wow. Your dick would make a perfect dildo.” He frowns, a confused smile tugging at his lips. I grin up at him. “I’d fuck myself with it every day.”

His mouth drops open. I think I’ve shocked him, just a tiny bit, and the idea thrills me.

Still kneeling on the bed, I lean forward and run my tongue along the underside of his cock until I reach the tip. I flutter my tongue there, tasting the pre-ejaculate. His cock jerks against my mouth and I take it deep inside. He groans, and I try to take more, but he’s too big. I fist my hand at the base, focusing my mouth on the tip, running my tongue over it, sucking on it like I want to inhale it. That he’s giving me unrestricted access to his body is exhilarating.

Mr Hawkston’s hands come to the back of my head, his fingers wrapping in my hair, but he doesn’t fuck my mouth, although I sense he wants to. He holds back, letting me pleasure him first.

“Wait.” I’m still bobbing my mouth up and down his hard dick, but his command makes me pause. “I want to come inside you,” he grits out. “The first time I come, I want it to be inside you.”

“You can come in my mouth,” I say.

There’s a spark of fire in his gaze at my words, but he shakes his head. “No. I want to come in that beautiful cunt.”

Wow. Hearing him put it like that has my pussy aching to be filled. I haven’t a single objection to anything this man might want to do. I crawl back up the bed and lie down. He follows me, nudging my legs apart with his until he settles between my thighs.

“I can’t promise I’ll last,” he says.

He reaches across me to get a condom from the top drawer of the bedside table, tears the packet open with his teeth and rolls it over his gorgeous cock. Then he lines his body up with mine, letting his dick slide up and down the lips of my wet pussy. It takes all my self control not to squirm with need.

He holds eye contact, propping himself up on one arm, his body hovering over mine.Glorious. “Ready?”

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