Page 40 of Stolen Vows

“Let’s not overestimate the quality of your services,stellina. You were a virgin when I met you, after all.” He pauses as I yank his pants down. “I’m assuming your little tryst with Genevieve was an isolated incident.”

“Not for lack of trying.”

A muscle in his jaw thumps. “Fortunately for you, I know that’s not true. You’ve been too busy studying and working to let anyone touch you. Not that they’d compare anyway.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“An asshole whose dick you’re about to put in your mouth.”

The band of his black boxers slides lower, and suddenly, his dick springs free, dark pink and already hard as granite. A large vein twists up the side, and even though it’s my first time seeing one this close, I can’t help feeling a tinge of something intoxicatingly wicked in my stomach.

I’ve watched enough porn to know he’s on the larger side and thicker than most. Frankly, even as I curl my fingers around his shaft, just above where he holds it, I’m having a hard time believing I’ll be able to take him in my mouth.

Vaginas can stretch to accommodate dicks and babies. Mouths are a different story.

His smirk tells me he knows what I’m thinking, too. “Don’t worry,” he says, reaching down to grab the base, stroking once so it grows somehow bigger. “I’ll fit as long as you’re wet enough.”

I roll my eyes. “I know how sex works.”

“Is that right?” Something profoundly possessive flashes in his expression. “Prove it. Suck my dick like you know what you’re doing, and maybe you’ll come away from all this unscathed.”

Shifting forward, I spread my ankles apart a bit to better distribute my weight, which is being held up solely by these skinny heels.

“Spit on it first,” he says. “It’ll make it easier for me to glide in and out.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll bite?”

“Just afraid I’ll like it.”

His grin strokes a fire deep in my belly, fanning flames I’ve long left dormant. It feels so odd to have such perfect banter with a man I haven’t seen in years, even if we have been married all this time.

Pursing my lips, I collect some saliva on the tip of my tongue and let it pool over the slit in his crown. He doesn’t react, even as I slide my hand up to spread the spit around, awkwardly trying to mimic what I’ve seen online.

My sisters say porn isn’t realistic in that aspect, but right now, I don’t really care. I just want to get all this over with so I can bid on the orchid tomorrow, unimpeded.

Penises have four thousand nerve endings in the head alone, according to the biology lab I took my freshman year of college. It shouldn’t take much effort to achieve an orgasm.

Plus, I’m an excellent student when I want to be.

Leo’s hips flex and his cock seems to twitch beneath my touch. I watch closely, looking for the spots where he seems to be most sensitive and using my thumb to apply extra pressure. It’s mesmerizing, seeing his muscles and veins strain against his soft flesh and hearing the way his breaths hitch with each stroke.

“Tighter. You’re not going to hurt me.”

I glance up, startled by the choked command. His hand comes down over mine, forcing it to fist him in an ironclad grip. He guides me slowly, turning my wrist and dragging me from base to tip each time.

“Fuck. Put your mouth on me.”

“Jesus, you could say ‘please.’”

“Please, Stella. I need to feel you.”

My eyes widen at how quickly he caves and the hint of desperation lacing his words. I stare at him as our hands continue moving and finally inch forward, letting my lips close over his tip. He’s silky smooth on my tongue, and a slightly salty taste takes over my senses.

His head tilts back instantly, his hips bucking toward me in an attempt to fill more space.

Pressing my free hand to his pelvis, I halt his forward motion and pull back, removing him from my mouth and using the new saliva to coat his length.

He watches every movement of mine like a hawk. “Take off your dress.”

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