Page 43 of Beautiful Secrets
It feels all kinds of wrong.
And every goddamn kind of right.
She wraps her fingers around my cock and gently tugs it out.
It looks angry and swollen against her wide-eyed innocence.
“Do you want me to suck it?” she asks, her voice hitching at the wordsuck.
Christ, I’m already so close to coming, all it will take is one pump and I’ll be offloading all over that pretty face.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, focus on the pain, and will myself to last longer than some pimply-faced kid in the back of a car.
“Lick it.”
The command is barely out of my mouth before she darts forward and runs her tongue up my length. I’m biting my lip again, holding back a groan so she won’t know how fucking close to the edge that single touch sends me.
I want to grab her hair, but at the same time I want to see what she does without explicit instruction.
“Show me how serious you are,” I tell her.
Something—perhaps confusion, perhaps concern—flickers over her face. Her mouth is an inch from my dick, but she seems to have forgotten that it’s there at all. Instead she gazes up at me for a second before saying, “I have the money.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I do!”
I grip her chin. “Then change my mind.” I use my thumb to draw down her bottom lip, grab the base of my cock, and urge her mouth against my crown. I’m already seeping for her, and that bead of lube dots her upper lip. She pulls back, licks her mouth, and shudders.
She doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who resorts to theatrics.
Yet, when I bring her mouth back to my cock and force the first inch between her gleaming lips, the look of surprise and confusion on her face tells such a fucking clear story that I’m inclined to believe she’s never given anyone a blow job before.
The thought that I might be the first cock to penetrate her virgin mouth makes me want to choke her with my come.
“No teeth,” I warn her in a voice as tight as the seal her mouth makes around my fucking dick. I’m desperately holding back a groan but when her hot, wet tongue slides along my shaft to make way for my cock, I can’t fight back the sound anymore.
She’s staring up at me still, and her confusion turns to fascination. Her hands come up, then she hesitates.
I nod at her, my lips parting but my jaw tight as I ease myself in another inch.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she gags. But then she wraps her fingers around my shaft and pumps me.
Hard.
I groan again, let out a strangled, “Sweet Jesus,” and force-feed her another inch.
She gags again, hard enough that I feel her muscles contract. “You’re taking everything, little rabbit,” I tell her. “I don’t care if you puke.”
Her eyes start to brim. Instead of pumping me again—which would probably have ended this torture—she tries to push me back.
I let out a low laugh, run my fingers through her hair, and grab a fistful of the pale strands. “Out of practice, little rabbit, or is this your first time playing with grown-ups?”
Her eyes go round.
This time, they’re filled with hellish, sparkling indignation. She blinks hard, sending a pair of tears racing down her now rosy cheeks.
She looks ready to bite my fucking dick off and I won’t lie, the thought terrifies me.
