Page 42 of Devil's Tulip

Her eyes pop open as she studies me up close and personal.

“Why do you look so surprised? This isn’t your first time seeing me.”

“I didn’t know…” She hesitates, cheeks going impossibly pink. “…penises could be so pretty.”

I blink.

Then chuckle. “Penis? Did you just call my cockpretty? You know I haven’t heard that one before, you should—” I choke onair as she tugs experimentally on the barbell on either edge of the head, my vision whiting out for a solid two seconds.

Fuck me.

I’m still trying to untangle my crossed brain wirings when she tries to wrap her hands around me—but they’re too small. And I’m way too fucking sensitive. Each attempt has my precum leaking dangerously close to spilling over.

I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing slow breaths through my mouth, hoping—praying—that not seeing that adorable look of concentration on her face as she tries to get me off will help me cool down.

No such luck.

The lash of her tongue around my tip has my eyes snapping open, and I gape at her as she slowly licks me like a lollipop, the rough texture of her tongue making precum gush out of me. When she sees the liquid, she inhales sharply before she completely swallows the head andsucks.

“Gianna!” I yell her name, jerking so violently in the chair she almost falls on her ass. “Goddamnit.”

I don’t give her the chance to do anything else—I hook my arms under her armpits and haul her up into my lap, stealing her surprised gasp in a kiss that’s more teeth than finesse. But she just moans throatily into my mouth, shifting to get comfortable—and the slide of her bare ass over my cock damn nearwrecksme.

I wheeze, breaking the kiss as I sag back in my chair, eyes squeezing shut for just a second. Trying to breathe, to calm the hell down.

When I open them again, she’s staring at me curiously.

I tighten my grip on her waist and push to my feet, depositing her neatly on my desk. Her legs part instinctively to make space for me, and I step between them, hugging her tight and buryingmy face in the crook of her neck, greedily drinking in her sweet scent.

God, she smells so fucking good.

“Michael.” She breathes my name, trembling in my arms when I skate the pad of my fingers down her spine.

I press a kiss to the tendon of her neck, then slowly drag my wet kiss lower—across her collarbone, down to her sternum. Her hands drop from my back to slap onto the desk behind her, steadying herself.

I keep going, trailing my kisses lower until I reach the spot right between her lush tits. I purse my lips and press them there, loving the way her heart thuds against my mouth.Mine.

Tilting my head, I lap at the soft swell of her tit, kissing and sucking it. She arches her back, trying to shift her nipple into my mouth. But I avoid it, wanting to drive her as crazy as she drove me, and move to her second tit, lavishing the same attention everywhere but where she so clearly wants me.

“Michael!” she snaps, lifting up to grab her right tit and shove the hard nipple towards my mouth.

My amused chuckle tapers off as I take in the hot sight of her offering me her tit—head thrown back, eyes narrowed to golden slits as she watches me, waiting, demanding.

Jesus…fuck.

My cock bounces against my belly, more liquid spilling from the tip as I lower my head to her tit and blow a cool breath on it. She goes wild, screaming my name as she squirms on the desk, her left hand slipping.

I catch her waist before she can tip back.I wonder if she can come from this.

Only one way to find out.

I blow on her nipple again, and the moment she lets out a desperate groan, I trap the red berry between my teeth, gently biting down just enough to make her feel it. She bucks on thedesk, her flailing arms sending my laptop crashing to the floor as she falls back onto my waiting arm, taking me with her.

I latch onto her, sucking hard, rolling my tongue around the sensitive flesh. And as I do, my hand slides from behind her, slowly tracing down her goosebumped thigh to the space between her legs, where I desperately want to be.

Hooking my fingers into the side of her thong, I tug it aside—and the back of my finger barely grazes her swollen clit.

She shatters.

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