Page 63 of Stick Handled

“You think so?” His head tilts, the predator in him surfacing. “I don’t think you understand, princess. I’ll have to show you.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine again, slower this time but no less intense. Every movement is slow, taking his time breaking me apart piece by piece.

“You’ve learned a lot, haven’t you?” he murmurs against my lips, his hands sliding under my thighs and pulling me closer. He doesn’t mean the skating.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I gasp, my fingers tightening around his shoulders. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear.

“Then it’s time for a new lesson.”

His words send a shiver down my arm, heat pooling low in my stomach as his hands explore my body.

“Damien…” I start, but I have no idea what I’m trying to say.

“Yes, baby?” He kisses my neck, slow and deliberate, his teeth teasing the sensitive skin.

I melt against him, my body responding to his every touch as his hands find the hem of my shirt and tug it up. He breaks the kiss momentarily to pull the shirt over my head and toss it to the side, leaving me in my bra. He pauses for a moment to look at me, and I fight the urge to cover up. The predatory gleam in his eyes is unmistakable, his gaze drilling into mine as if he can see every secret I’ve ever kept. A low hum of approval rumbles from his throat before his tongue invades my mouth again, demanding and insistent. His hands move to cup my face, holding me in place.

“Are you ready for your next lesson?” he murmurs against my lips.

My breath hitches, my body trembling under his touch.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but he hears me. He pulls back just enough to look at me.

“Kneel in front of me,” he orders softly. I suck in a sharp breath, heat twisting my insides. I’m frozen, my breaths shallow as I stare at him.

With a slight chuckle, he guides me down onto the plush carpet in front of him.Oh my god.He places a finger under my chin and forces me to look up at him. His eyes are dark but soft, studying my face.

“Do you know what’s about to happen?” he asks, his eyes dark yet tender.

“Yes,” I whisper with a small nod, excitement twisting inside me. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss on my lips before leaning back. He reaches down, undoing his belt, the sound of metal clinking against leather making my mouth water.

God, I’m like Pavlov’s dog.

His jeans slide lower, and his large hand dips inside. I watch, mesmerized, as he pulls his hand out, revealing the hard length of his cock. The tip is glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

I reach up, wrapping my fingers around it, right above his hand.

There’s no way I can fit all of this in my mouth. I’m not even sure how he can fit thatinsideme.

Before he can do anything, I lean forward and use my tongue to lick the tip.

He exhales a sharp breath, his eyes ablaze, and I can’t help but smile at the sight of what my touch does to him. He covers my hand in his, guiding it up and down, never taking his eyes off me. I hesitate for a moment, looking up at him, seeking approval.

“You want another taste?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. I nod, still stroking him with the help of his hand.

“Then, let me see your pretty mouth around it,” he commands, his voice thick with raw desire.

My cheeks burn, his words sending a thrill between my legs, a rush of adrenaline that makes my pulse quicken.

Damien watches me with rapt attention, his fingers trailing down to lift his cock, presenting it to me.

“Getting shy again?” he teases, his thumb brushing over the tip, smearing more pre-cum across it. He lifts his thumb and rubs his arousal across my bottom lip. I whimper beneath his touch and take his finger between my lips, licking it clean. He pulls his thumb out and slides a hand into my hair.

Taking a deep breath, I lean forward, my lips parting as I wrap them around the head of his cock. It’s warm and velvety, the taste of his arousal salty and intoxicating.

“Fuck,” he grits out, closing his eyes. “That’s a good girl. Use your tongue.”

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