Page 42 of Taming Bull

“Are you always this bossy after sex?” he asked. But he also started walking.

Patting myself on the back, I decided to give his ego a well-deserved boost. “I think it was the orgasm. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

He straightened. “You liked that?”

“Liked it?” I scoffed. “If I had known your tongue was that talented, I would have sat on your face years ago. I think I turned Pentecostal there for a minute.”

I didn’t even know where this shit was coming from, but the way his eyes lit up were worth every degree of heat that flooded my cheeks.

Beaming with pride, Bull wandered over and sat on the bed. I released my hold on the sheet and let it slide down my body before climbing around to kneel at his feet. This time, his damn boots were coming off. Trying to project a calm self-confidence I didn’t feel while I was naked as the day I was born and he still had his jeans on, I untied one boot.

“I can do that,” Bull said. If the hoarseness of his voice didn’t give him away, the bulge in his jeans sure would have. He was enjoying the show. Good.

Pushing his hand away, I replied, “I want to.”

Removing one boot, then the other, I took off his socks and stood, putting my breasts right in Bull’s face. He swallowed and forced his gaze to rise to my face. Trying not to smirk, I held out my hand. He accepted, and I hefted him to his feet. Well, I tugged, and he got the drift and stood.

Unfastening his pants, I pushed both jeans and his boxers down his legs. He stepped out, and I kicked them aside and dropped back down to my knees. I took his massive, hard cock in my hand and smiled up at him. The heat in his eyes threatened to consume me. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.

A drop of pre-cum coated the head of his dick. I licked it clean.

He swore.

More precum leaked out. I fought back a smile and ran the head over my mouth like I was painting my lips with his flavor. Pulling back, I held his gaze and licked my lips.

He let out a strangled sound.

Encouraged by his reaction, I slid his cock past my now moistened lips. Taking him in slowly, I explored every inch of his shaft with my tongue. Touching, tasting, probing. The velvety hard texture of him against my tongue was strangely erotic. Every lick and suck I enjoyed sent a wave of heat straight to my core. Moisture collected between my thighs, and I squeezed them together. The friction felt so damn good. Bull moaned, and the sound went straight to my pussy. I had no idea sucking dick could be such a huge turn-on.

His jaw ticked and his fists clenched as he struggled to maintain control. Needing more relief of my own, I dropped one hand to my slit and massaged until I couldn’t remember which one of us I was trying to get off.

“Fuck. You are so goddamn sexy,” Bull said, his hands going to my head. “My angel.”

His voice trembled when he said it, making my heart swell. Swirling my tongue, I ran it up and down his shaft. He moaned again. Sealing my mouth around his cock, I did my best to suck out his fucking soul. It was mine now, and I needed his ass to remember that. His body quivered, and another wave of heat went straight to my core.

We were both teetering on the edge of release when he stopped me. I wanted to finish, but he slid his hips out of my grasp and pulled me up his body. I stood before him, breathing heavily and wondering how to get his cock back in my mouth.

Bull’s eyes were wild, crazy. Grabbing my face in both his hands, he kissed me. I wanted him to devour my mouth, but he kept the kiss sweet and tender. I had the feeling he was trying to give us both a moment to calm down.

“Did you not like that?” I asked as he broke off the kiss.

“Like? Fuck, I loved it,” he breathed. “Stopping you was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

I smirked. “Pun intended.”

He smirked back. “Indeed. I don’t want to come in your mouth yet. After my last performance, I… I want another shot.”

Oh. That made sense. Well, if he needed to redeem his manly pride, who was I to stop him? I brushed my lips against his.

He deepened the kiss, and his warm hands drifted down my neck to my shoulders leaving a heated trail in their wake. Gently skimming my arms, his soft touch gave me goosebumps before landing on my breasts. He pinched and teased my nipples, cupped my breasts, and met each of my needy whimpers with a groan of his own. Yes, he was torturing me, but he was torturing himself, too. The knowledge that we were suffering together was comforting. His hands continued their exploration over my hips. They cupped my ass and pulled me against him until I couldn’t tell where he ended, and I began. His hard cock pressed into my stomach, making me want it even more. One hand went up to my back to hold me in place, while the other went down to play with my pussy.

I was on fire. My body was a goddamn inferno. I needed him to either throw a log on the fire or extinguish it.

Pulling away from his lips, I whispered, “Please?”

Knowing what I needed, he reached for the nightstand, but I grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“I’m on the pill. We don’t need those.” He loved me, and I loved him. Armed with the knowledge I was Bull’s first, I had every intention of being his last. I didn’t want anything between us ever again.

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