Page 66 of Better Late Than Never

He moaned as if hearing me say that turned him on like nothing else.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Oh, fuck, this is…” He groaned, digging his fingertips harder into my hips. “Fuck me like this next time?”

The sound I made was somewhere between a moan and a sob. “Anything you want. Yes. I’ll—God, yeah, I’ll fuck you like this.”

He gave it to me even harder, turning my vision white, and I cried out all kinds of things I didn’t even understand. I thought he shouted something too. Maybe that was me? Fuck if I knew. All I knew was how good this felt. How perfectly he pounded into me, driving me toward oblivion with every thrust.

“I’m gonna come,” I whined. “I’m?—”

“No,” he gritted out. “Not yet.”

I let my head fall forward. “Connor…”

“Not yet,” he repeated. “I’m gonna come, and then I’m gonna blow you.”

“Fuuuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “That’s… That’s not helping me not come.”

“You can hold back.” He slammed into me harder. “I want you to come down my throat.”

I had no idea what I said after that. Something that was a mix of weak protest and white-hot arousal. I needed to come so damn bad, and every time he thrust his dick home, I inched closer and closer, but if he was that eager to suck me off… God, yeah, I wanted that.

“Connor. Please. I’m so damn close. I’m so?—”

Right then, he pulled my ass flush against his hips, and he roared as he came inside me. His body jerked as if he were trying to push even deeper, and I had no idea how I wasn’t coming too. Self-control, maybe, but I didn’t think I had enough brain cells for anything besides getting railed, so who knew?

Connor pulled out, making us both moan. Then he ran a hand over my hip. “You didn’t come, did you?”

“N-no. Not yet.” I needed to, though. A strong fucking breeze would probably take me over the edge at this point.

“Good. Well, as a wise man has said to me a few times,” he murmured, shakily getting to his feet, “let me get rid of this, and then I’m going to suck your brains out your dick.”

I blinked as I watched him go. Whatever self-assuredness he’d lacked in the beginning, he’d found it. No more nerves. No more uncertainty.

And oh, fuck, when he came back and started going down on me? Yeah, those nerves and uncertainty were a distant memory. Everything he did with his hands and mouth spoke of confidence, and I was a melting, moaning mess. Then he pushed two slick fingers into my ass and bent them just right, and every time I moved my hips, he’d touch my prostate perfectly to make the whole world spin.

“Oh God,” I purred, arching off the bed.

He moaned, which only sent me higher into the stratosphere. Christ, there wasn’t a man alive who couldn’t learn a thing or two from Connor about how to suck dick. Maybe he didn’t have a lot of experience, but his hungry enthusiasm more than made up for it. I’d been with guys who could make me feel good but couldn’t get me off like this.

Connor?

Fucking hell, Connor didnothave that problem.

“D-don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Don’t—baby…” I gasped as he picked up speed, and I couldn’t help thrusting into his mouth and fucking myself on his fingers. From the sound he made, he loved it, and he gave me even more. “God, Connor, I’m gonna—I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming!”

My hips bucked, which only made his fingers drive me on, and he took everything I gave him with a low moan of pleasure.

When he finally relented, I sank back to the bed, gulping in air and shaking all over, my toes still curling from the intensity. “Oh my God…”

Connor was beside me now, his hot body pressed up against mine and his lips curved into a grin. “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I love sucking you off.”

I licked my own lips. “I was, uh… I was getting that impression, yeah.” I drew him down to kiss me, my spine tingling as I tasted myself on his talented tongue. After a long, decadent kiss, I met his gaze again. “I’ve been with some guys who are giving head for the first time, and they’re kind of hesitant and nervous. But not you. Not the first time, and definitely not this time.”

Connor grinned. “Before I met you, I’d been wanting to try it foryears. First time I got your dick in my mouth, I was ready to make up for a lot of lost time.” He somehow managed to sound both shy and smug as he added, “Still doing that, I guess.”

I squirmed against him. “Well, any time you feel compelled to make up for some of that lost time”—I gestured at my cock—“you know what to do.”

His laughter gave me goose bumps. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

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