Page 63 of Lethal Game

There were only two possibilities she could think of. “Blow job?”

He nodded.

She wanted that too. Now.

She sat up and pushed him with both hands until he was on his back.

His hands landed on her hips, but he didn’t stop her, he steadied her. “Hold on, slow down.”

“To quote you,no. I’ve wanted to get my hands on your...cock since I noticed how big your hands were.”

He laughed silently. “How soon after meeting me was that?”

“About two minutes.” She studied him. His penis was erect, impressively so. “As I suspected you’re larger than average.”

“And you know that how?”

“The question of penis size came up during a study session in medical school,” she said absently.

His grin was almost as wide as the Grand Canyon. “You can touch me anytime.”

She scooted down his legs to get a better look, then decided there was only one way to go from here. His erection didn’t feel anything like she expected. A hard shaft covered in silky skin that had its own scent. One that made her crazy to taste.

She held him at the base of his...cock and ran her tongue up one side of it.

Con gasped, his mouth falling open.

He tasted good.

Con started to say something, but it was her turn to give him an orgasm. She opened her mouth and managed to swallow about half of him.

Con’s reaction was immediate. His body arched and one of his hands threaded through her hair. His face was a mask of pleasure and it looked like it had taken a great deal of self-control for him not to shout.

She pulled back, letting her lips form a seal, so he would feel a strong negative pressure, and from his shaking body and rapid breathing, he enjoyed it. She repeated the act again and again, watching his face and body to learn what he liked and didn’t like.

He kept trying to say something, but every time he managed a word or two, usually her name andstop, she’d swallowed him down again.

It didn’t take long for him reach his climax, but it didn’t go quite according to plan, as he pulled her off him a second before he erupted all over her neck and chest. Again.

Con stared at her with wild eyes while he panted, then asked as soon as his vocal cords appeared to work correctly again, “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Jones gave me a few pointers.”

“Jones?” His voice strangled the woman’s name. “I kept trying to tell you to stop so I could put on a condom. Did she forget that piece of advice?”

“No, she mentioned it. I’m the one who decided you didn’t need it.”

“YoudecidedIdidn’t need it?” His voice rose and a red flush made its way up his neck.

“You’re clean and so am I.”

“How do you know... You looked me up?”

“I’m a doctor, of course, I looked you up. Besides, I didn’t want a barrier between me and you this first time.”

His nostrils flared. “That decision wasn’t yours to make alone. We should have talked about it.”

“Are you saying you didn’t want a blow job?” she asked as he got off the bed and strode to the bathroom.

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