Page 48 of Sass

Mine too, as it turned out, because yes, I might’ve overestimated my abilities just a smidge, as well as the still dubious state of my stomach, and I almost coughed that sucker right back out when it hit somewhere south of my tonsils. But I rallied admirably, and what wasn’t going to fit—at least four inches of it, okay five—got a sharp introduction to my right hand and we were golden.

But it wasn’t a walk in the park.

No matter how you measured him, Leon was big. Which meant some kind of strategy was called for. But I fucking loved giving head and I was damn good at it. So I relished every gag-worthy, tonsil-flattening, stomach-lurching second of having him in my mouth. And by the filthy sounds falling from his lips as he fisted my hair and growled his pleasure, I was doing a pretty good job. And by the time I crooked my finger inside and found that sweet spot, Leon was right there ready for me. He arched off the bed, embedded his cock in my throat, and came like a fucking train.

I swallowed every mouthful, filing away the memory of his taste before crawling up his body and shoving my tongue into his mouth so he could lap at it greedily. When he was done, he flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing and stared down at me.

“Okay,” he puffed, giving me a sly smile. “I admit you’re pretty good at that. But now, it’s my turn. And just so you know, I’m not too shabby either.”

I bit back a smile. “It’s only words until you deliver, sugar.” I flicked my tongue across my lips.

He grinned and kissed me hard. Then he knelt to one side and pressed his lips down my body, centimetre by excruciating centimetre. He took his time, too much time if you asked my aching dick, but the rest of me wasn’t complaining.

As he amped me up until I was zinging, my gaze swept back and forth over his ink—beautiful tumbling feathers down one shoulder, the other stunningly bare. Animals, birds, ferns, and kauri trees. Crashing waves and mountain peaks, stars and a moon in a midnight sky.

And still he kissed and sucked and nipped, driving me crazy until I arched up and shoved at his shoulders to get him where I wanted, onto my cock. But Leon wasn’t about to be rushed, and instead of swallowing me down, he blew cool air across my aching shaft, brushing it lightly with his beard, the soft hair crazy erotic on my sensitive skin, stoking the burgeoning fire in my balls.

He flicked my dick back and forth with the tip of his tongue, then smoothed his cheek along its length while I waited and trembled and begged, frantic for the feel of his hot mouth around my cock. It had to be next.

But no, he leapfrogged my dick to kiss down my legs to my toes, leaving me close to homicidal. But then he sucked each one into his mouth and I forgot about my cock as his tongue rolled over the sensitive appendages and pleasure wound tight in my belly. I cursed and bucked and counted anything and everything, worried I might come from the delicious sensation alone.

“Too close,” I panted, and he pulled off, kissing back up my legs to linger around the scars on my inner thigh, kissing along their length with such tenderness I didn’t need to ask.

He knew. Somehow, Leon knew.

I shoved that uncomfortable thought aside and focused on the inferno stirring in my body as Leon finally moved toward my cock, hovering over it for just a few seconds until I was ready to scream. Then he sucked it down to its root, andholy Jesus,I was pretty sure I saw the second coming. My entire dick disappeared into his mouth, his facial hair tickling my groin and balls. If I lasted a minute, I’d be shocked.

Like he knew, Leon rested an arm across my hips to gently hold me in place and sucked back up the length of my cock, his thick tongue swirling around the shaft. Then his finger found my hole and slid inside and... oh god, I needed a lot more of that. I arched up, straining against his hold to thrust deep into his mouth, then fell back to force his finger higher—back and forth, up and down, until I was so fucking close, I could almost taste the stars.

Then his mouth was gone and my cock bounced wet against my belly. “What the fuck?”

A mountain of hot skin and muscle slid up my body and a voice rasped in my ear. “You want me to fuck you? You want me to bury myself in your sweet arse and make your body sing? Tell me you want that as much as I do.”

Holy crap, who was this guy?“Yes. Yes, I want all of that, you total arsehole.”

He pulled up with a grin in place and I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging in my heels to force his dick down onto mine.

“And don’t hold back,” I warned him. “I’m no fragile queen. I wanna know you’ve been there.”

“Oh, you’ll know.” He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue as he feasted on mine. Then he sat back up and scanned the bed.

“Looking for this?” I pulled the lube from under the pillow and slapped it in his hand. “I wasn’t letting that sucker out of my sight. Don’t be frugal.” I shot him a warning look and grabbed one of the condoms. “Give me some room.”

He straddled my hips and sat back on his heels, his hard cock front and centre and dripping. The condom was a bit of a struggle but I was up for the challenge, and once it was on, Leon squeezed a fat blob of lube onto my palm and I slicked him all over with long slow strokes. When he was good and slippery, I moved my hands down to his balls and those sexy as fuck piercings, noting the way he panted with soft groans when I played with the lorum in particular, his cock twitching with every pass of my fingers.

I couldn’t rip my eyes from his face and all that beautiful ink. He was so fucking sexy, lost in a rolling tide of pleasure as I worked him hard, making sure he was fully back on board after the first time.

And when he was quivering and close to the edge, I brought my hands up to his belly and plotted every gentle crease, every soft run of hair as it threaded between my fingers. “This is going to be the best fucking magic carpet ride ever.” I sighed happily.

He laughed and grabbed the lube, squeezing a mountain of the stuff into his palm. Then he leaned down and kissed me. “Spread ’em, beautiful. High and wide.”

“Oh boy, oh boy. Here we go, kids.”

Leon laughed and shook his head. “You’re an idiot.”

I studied his face, the endorphins loosening my stupid tongue. “Is that a good thing?”

His eyes locked on mine, a thousand questions floating in their depths. “The very best.” Then he looked away and settled between my legs, prepping me with the kind of detailed and careful attention you might give a Formula One car before it hit the track. And probably about as much lubrication.

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