Page 6 of Unforgettable

With his bright blue eyes, his intimidating frame, broad shoulders, and well-defined muscles, men that look like Oz aren’t usually my type. His hair is closely shaved to his head, and his face wears day-old scruff that I could just imagine scraping against my skin.

There’s no denying he’s gorgeous to look at, but the reason I agreed to tonight was because he’s the complete opposite of everything I’m used to. He’s gruff looking and big, and the type of guy you expect to manhandle you in bed with just enough force to make you forget anything else in the world exists.

Above all, Oz doesn’t remind me of anything I left behind, and that alone was the sole reason I gravitated to the idea of a night with him.

My eyes drop down to where he palms his hard cock, rubbing himself over his pants while staring at me. “We can do this one of two ways,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I can call the shots, or you can.”

There’s something to be said about a man who doesn’t take advantage of the power his presence and personality possess. A man who goes the extra mile to make you feel important, no matter what the circumstances are.

Grateful for the option to choose and for the way he doesn’t assume, I resist the urge to touch myself and give Oz the permission he seeks.

“I want you to call the shots.”

The words offer me a freedom I didn’t know I was searching for. Just like when his lips touched mine, I welcome the silence. I welcome being at his mercy and no longer thinking of the man who broke my heart, the man I’m trying to be, or the life I just can’t seem to get right.

I welcome being an unrecognizable version of myself. One that will feel good, and one that feels wanted. I welcome the rush of anticipation and the high of an orgasm.

All in all, I welcome Oz.

Extending his hand out to me, I take it and he pulls me up off the bed. We switch places, with Oz now sitting on the edge of the bed and me standing in between his widespread legs.

He hooks two fingers into my waistband and tugs me even closer. Deftly undoing the button, he drags the zipper down till my briefs are exposed and my erection excitedly juts out against the material.

Tilting his head, he lowers his mouth to my cock, baring his teeth as he slowly and repeatedly runs them up and down my cotton covered length. When he replaces his mouth with his hand and untucks me out of my underwear, my breath hitches in anticipation.

He strokes my shaft until I feel myself leaking and then he covers my crown with his mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

He sucks on the tip with the obvious intention of driving me absolutely crazy. I instinctively put my hand on the back of his head, and I don’t know if I love him or hate him for taking me deeper. When I feel myself hit the back of his throat, I groan. “God, you’re really good at that.”

The pace between us picks up, and I can’t help but be mesmerized by the visual of his lips wrapped around me, my cock sliding in and out.

Oz drags his mouth over me one last time before tugging my pants and underwear past my ass and down to my knees. With complete access, he buries his face into my groin while his hands eagerly reach for my balls, caressing and massaging, teasing my taint ever so slightly.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I warn.

Looking up at me, he impatiently growls out, “In my mouth.”

My dick jerks at the demand, and I can barely stave off the orgasm at the thought of himwantingto swallow my come.

Oz’s mouth and tongue are magic as he sucks on my balls, one by one, before returning to my shaft. I’m engulfed by wet warmth as the throbbing in my cock intensifies.

His hands settle on my ass, repeatedly rubbing and squeezing my flesh. A finger ghosts my crease, up and down, the anticipation only pushing me closer to the edge.

“Touch me,” I beg shamelessly. “Please.”

Expertly, he spreads my cheeks while his mouth maintains momentum, sucking me off effortlessly.His finger circles my hole relentlessly, and I’m almost resigned to the tease when the tip of his thick digit roughly pushes inside me.

He doesn’t move it, but the slight breach is enough for my knees to weaken and my body to shudder. Like the return of an old friend, I succumb to the familiarity as heat licks at the base of my spine and my muscles tighten in preparation.

God, I missed this feeling.

“Shit. Oz,” I moan, pushing myself farther down his throat. Looking down, I watch as I fuck his face and surrender to the way my orgasm surges through me. Enraptured, we stare at each other as I empty myself in his mouth and he laps up every drop of my arousal with anunrivaled amount of enthusiasm.

He looks beautiful. The absolute ease in the way his hand and mouth move, the way he gives and takes. It’s a simple thought, but not one I expected to have about a man I’ve just met.

I drop my hands from his head as he pulls himself off me. Unexpectedly, he drags my pants down the length of my legs, guiding me to step out of them.

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