Page 45 of Wrapped in Silver

I reach down and grab his face as I slide off the table—incurring more splinters—and plant a juicy, yearning kiss on his lips. I like my own taste when it’s mixed with his.

“Let me help you now.” I shrug one shoulder flirtatiously, then grab his cock.

For a second, I think he died and came back to life.

I’m being a bitch. He’s not that old.

My body is a mix of ice and molten lava as my knees scrape against the shed floor. He stands knowingly, using his Kegels to bounce his hard cock once near my face.

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” he grumbles.

Heat flushes my face. I must be blushing. My embarrassment literally shoots a spritz of precum out of his cock over my nose. I gasp, taking one finger to scoop it in confirmation. I lick it slowly, playing with it in my mouth.

“Very bad.”

I take the full of his cock into my hands and lick the tip. It’shugeup close. Perfect girth, wild length. He’s all dangerous man, not those tentative boys I used to date. And I want him.

Peering up at him, even his “O”face is sexy. He’s seemingly angry, exhaling harshly like a feral beast. The sight turns me on even more, so I gag myself on his length, and then keep bobbing to get more out of him.

Don’t cum yet, you big jerk.

I stop abruptly, and his massive hand palms my head to drive me back, but I turn away.

“No. That’s enough foreplay for you.” I slap his hand away and stand, keeping one hand jerking his cock.God,I love this.

“I… want it.” Saying the words make me blush harder.

Can’t wait to cum again.Can’t fucking wait.

I tease it near my slit, and he shakes his head.

“No. No condom.”

The heat turns torealembarrassment. I hadn’t even thought about that.

“Why… not?”

“Why don’t I have a condom? Because I didn’t expect to have an intimate experience in my shed today.” He licks his lips. “Besides, you’re ovulating. I don’t want another family,ever.”

“Another?”

“Guess you’re not that good at Googling,” he says.

“What the hell, Aros?”

“I’m not getting into it. You’re too young. You wouldn’t understand.” He reaches for his pants.

The mood isdecimated. I’m told it’s horrible to leave a man unfinished, but there’s no coming back from this.

Is the blinding fire gone?

Yes.

Am I offended and confused?

Yes.

And for some reason… I need to know the man behind the mystery.

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