Page 70 of Trashy Foreplay

He fists a hand in my hair. “Open your eyes, Jules.”

The command in his voice draws my lids up, and I’m met with the image of a man on the verge of coming undone. Chest rising and falling fast, he pistons in and out of my mouth with increasing speed. The whole time, he traps me in his grasp, immobilizing me.

Rendering me helpless to do anything but let him take his pleasure.

To let him fuck my mouth.

I feel used and adored all at once. Powerful and vulnerable and more sexual than I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Jules,” he says as a shudder travels through him. “Touch yourself.”

I dip my hand between my thighs. He’s taken control of my mouth, leaving me free to focus on rubbing myself to climax. Stroking my clit with my middle finger, I keep pace to his thrusts, and every inch of my skin flushes. I moan in abandon, my impending orgasm vibrating off my lips and around his shaft.

“Don’t come.”

Questioning him doesn’t occur to me. I halt my fingers before the tension building inside me has a chance to gush free.

“The next time you come,” he chokes out, shoving the tip of his cock between my tonsils until I’m gagging, “it’s gonna be on my tongue.” He comes in a torrent of grunts and groans, and there’s nothing polite about the way he’s holding me to him while he empties down my throat.

It’s raw and dirty and sexy-as-fuck.

He didn’t just show me how he likes it.

Didn’t just take the lead.

He fucking owned me.

26. Alpha - Cash

The memory of Jules on her knees with those luscious lips wrapped around my cock will haunt me for the rest of my life. So will the desperation in her eyes. That glimmer of need is still festering in her brown depths, because I told her not to come.

And she listened, which completely blows my mind. Her trust in me is humbling. It’s awe-inspiring. I can’t wait to take my time with her, to coax her toward that cresting wave before dropping her into the abyss of sexual purgatory.

Because nothing gets me hotter than the thought of keeping Jules on edge and watching her fall into madness with the need to come.

We end up back in her bed with the sunlight spilling over our naked bodies. Her blond locks tickle my face as I spoon her. I can’t keep my gaze from straying to the sunflower bouquet on her nightstand. The poor thing is past the throwing-out stage, but she kept it anyway.

Palming her breast, I kiss my way along the curve of her shoulder, and her nipple pebbles against my hand. Goosebumps arise on her skin.

And my cock is already throbbing for more.

“Did I suck at it?”

“Jesus, Jules. You sucked the fuck out of it.” I draw the delicate lobe of her ear between my teeth. “And I mean that in a good way.”

A nervous sigh stutters from her lips, and even though we’re talking about something that’s a huge deal to her, she’s still flushed from arousal. “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

“That’s not even possible. Everything about you has me wrapped, including your mouth. You could suck me forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.” Parting her thighs, I draw her leg back and drape it over mine, opening her for the touch of my hand. And for the longest time, I drive her wild by gently rubbing her clit.

I’m high off the pleading sounds she makes in the back of her throat, the way her legs quake as I dip two fingers into her drenched pussy. But every time she approaches that inevitable summit, I snatch her back before she can dive off the edge.

“Please,” she whimpers.

My uneven breath blasts her neck. “Begging turns me on so much, Jules.”

“You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”

“I want you to beg.” I swirl a finger at her opening before sliding it in again.

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