Page 45 of The Devil's Torment

“Many women find giving head a turn on. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop. I have no intention of making you do something you’re not finding pleasure in.”

She swallows, and I can’t help groaning.

“Do that when my dick is in your mouth, and you’ll realize you have all the power.”

A tentative flick of her tongue over the head almost has me coming, but when she opens her mouth wide and half my length disappears between her plump lips, I’m a goner.

ChapterSeventeen

VICKY

Nicholas’s groan vibrates through his entire body, and I clench my thighs in response. I’d readied myself for a nasty taste, but he’s all clean scent and soft, silky flesh wrapped around a steel rod. The earlier talk about Beth has my ever-present inner critic running riot, but one glance at Nicholas and those thoughts scatter.

He’slovingthis—jaw clenched, hands buried in my hair, his eyes hooded as what I can only describe as ecstasy streams across his face.

He wasn’t wrong when he said some women get turned on by sucking a man’s dick. I understand it now. Power fills my veins, and I smile around his length. I’m doing this. Me. The woman he rejected.

“Fuck.Fuck.”He hisses as I gently drag my teeth over his erection and swirl my tongue around the silver bar in his crown. “Christ,yes.Just like that. You’re fucking killing me.”

With no experience to call upon, I risk cupping his balls. I squeeze, but not too hard.

“God.This can’t be your first time. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

I’ve no intention of stopping when he’s putty in my hands. I may be on my knees with him towering over me, but there’s no question of who is in charge.

I could get addicted to this.

With one hand still buried in my hair, he leans slightly forward and cups my breast. His thumb travels back and forth over my nipple. I groan, and the sound must vibrate along his dick because he hisses again.

“Jesus, fuck.”

I groan again and again, and his hold on my hair gets tighter, and he’s pinching my nipple now as his hips thrust forward. The crown hits the back of my throat, and I gag then swallow.

“Fuck. Coming.” He pulls out of my mouth, spraying jets of cum over my chest. The expression on his face, all corded neck and eyes squeezed shut, is something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. He looks as though he’s found paradise. Did I look like that when he made me come last night? I sure as hell felt it.

“Wait there. I’ll get a cloth and clean you up.”

He disappears through a door on the far side of the enormous bedroom. A blob of cum drips off my chest and onto my thigh. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I scoop it up and slide my finger into my mouth, pulling it out with a pop.

“Jesus Christ Almighty, are you trying to kill me?”

I meet Nicholas’s gaze as he stalks toward me with a flannel. “I thought it would taste horrible, but it’s… musky and salty. Kind of like oysters. Why didn’t you… you know… come in my mouth?”

Dropping to a crouch, he runs the warm cloth over my breasts, wiping away evidence of his orgasm. “Because it came at me so fast, I didn’t have time to ask you if you were okay with that. Not all women like it.”

As much as I’ve always pined after Nicholas, a part of me expected him to be a selfish lover, like Matthew was, but he’s nothing of the sort. Every action, every word shows he’s thinking of me, of my comfort, of my likes and dislikes. It’s a heady experience.

“I-I think I’d be okay next time. To try it, at least. I won’t know if I don’t try.”

His lips curve on one side in a crooked smile that shows off a dimple in his right cheek. Whenever his dimples make an appearance, they soften him. His features relax, and he looks far less fearsome.

“You’re happy for there to be a next time?”

Oh, yeah. Especially if he gives me that look as though I’m a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from.“Yes. I liked it.”

He rises to his feet and holds out a hand to help me up. Cupping both hands around my neck, he props his thumbs underneath my chin and angles my head. “I’m going to give you so many orgasms on this honeymoon, you’ll beg me to stop.”

When his mouth takes mine, every muscle south of my belly button tightens simultaneously. I’m already soaked from the power rush of giving him a blow job, but when he says things like that, I can hardly hold myself together.

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