Page 22 of Operation Annulment
“Relax,” she whispers, wrapping her fist around the dark, swollen shaft. “Let me make you feel good.”
“I—” I groan as she takes me into her warm mouth. A car honks as I drift into their lane, and I jerk the wheel, fighting to stay focused on the road. “Fuck—Katy, sweetheart, you gotta stop!”
Instead of listening, she takes me deeper. I mash the accelerator to the floorboard as her throat convulses around mycock. The speedometer quickly climbs toward 120mph, and I can see the headline now:Local Surgeon Crashes Car While Receiving Road Head.
I take the next exit and pull over onto the shoulder of the road before letting my head fall back against the seatrest. “Stop, stop, stop.”
She pulls off of me with an audiblepopand looks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Am I doing it wrong? It’s my first time.”
I mash my fist to my lips to muffle the sound of my groan.
Hold it together.
Do not come on her face.
“Just—” I take a deep breath and gently guide her back into the passenger seat before tucking myself back into my jeans. “Just stay right there. Okay?”
Kate jerks her chin in a nod before turning toward the window. I think she’s pouting until I hear the deep breathing.
She’s asleep.
Meanwhile, my dick’s hard enough to cut glass over here.
Great.
ten
COMMANDMENT #11: THOU SHALT TRUST YOUR GUT
Kate
“Here we are,” Nate says, helping me out of the car.
“Your house—it’s, um...” I swallow hard as I take in the spinning metal shelves and bare walls, feeling like I’m on the merry-go-round from hell. “It’s nice.”
“Well, this is just the garage.”
Thank god.
“Right. I knew that.” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to remember whether it was The Modern Gals Guide to Casual Sex that suggested complimenting a man when you visit his home for the first time or Nan.
Shit, what am I supposed to say—“You have a huge cock, Nate, and I appreciate you letting me go down on you?”
When Nate loops an arm beneath my knees and growls, “Jesus fucking Christ, Katy. That mouth of yours,” I realize there’s a possibility my internal dialogue wasn’t so internal after all.
He carries me to his bedroom and tosses me on the bed before stripping off his t-shirt. I push myself onto my elbows to watch as hetugs his jeans down over the v of his hips, committing the sight to memory.
I knew Nate was in shape, but watching his well-defined muscles ripple as he undresses is on an entirely new level. Dark bands of ink wrap around his torso and trail down his thick thighs, and I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a more beautiful canvas in my life.
His nostrils flare as he stalks toward me, and my stomach clenches in anticipation.
“Come here,” he growls through his teeth, grasping my ankles and tugging me toward the side of the bed.
I lose my balance and fall back against the mattress with a breathless giggle. “I like seeing you go all caveman on me.”
“Then, you’re gonna love this, babe.” He pushes my dress up past my hips and tugs my panties to the side before kneeling before me.
He plants his palms on the inside of my thighs to hold them open before pressing his lips to my skin. “Fuck, Katy girl. You’re so wet for me.”
