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“Probably never.”
“Tsk. Tsk. Open your mouth, baby.”
I sigh and do as he instructs.
He slides the plug between my lips. “Close… Good girl. Swirl your tongue around it. Feel the weight of it in your mouth.” He sets a hand on the small of my back and draws me in close to his chest. “Fuck that’s hot. Suck on it, baby.”
I tip my head back and suck, teasing him, realizing he’s picturing his cock between my lips. I’ve thought about taking him into my mouth. I wonder if he’d let me. He hasn’t even let me touch his cock or see it yet.
He’s so horny watching me, so I decide to tempt him. I tip my head back farther, set my palms on his chest, and make a show of licking and sucking the plug.
While he’s mesmerized and wets his lips with his tongue, I slide down his body and kneel in front of him, my hands on his thighs. I lean closer so that only an inch separates my face from his erection. Before he can protest, I lower my head and rub the gemstone of the plug over his briefs against his shaft.
Dallas grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back, hissing. His nostrils flare out. “Naughty girl…”
I try to grin around the plug. Drool dribbles down my chin.
He pulls the plug out and sets it in the sink behind him without looking. “You are a very naughty temptation.” Now, both his hands are in my hair.
Living up to the adjective, I lean my entire body forward, grab his ass, and keep my eyes on his while I nuzzle his erection. I don’t have the foggiest idea of what men like with regard to their cocks, so I’m winging it. But I must not be too off-base because the low groan that escapes Dallas’s lips is primal.
“Arianna…” he growls.
I drag my nose up his length. I want to see it, touch it, scent it. “Please…”
His nostrils puff out as he draws in a deep breath before releasing my hair and, in one swift move, tugging his briefs down to his thighs.
I inhale sharply as his shaft bobs free, nearly slapping me in the face. It’s so long and thick. I’m momentarily stunned, and then I drag my nose up the length, fascinated by how smooth the skin is. Silky.
Precome leaks from the tip, and I flick my tongue over it as I grip his ass again.
Dallas wraps one hand around the back of my neck and the other around the base of his cock. “Only do what you’re comfortable with, Arianna,” he tells me.
I had no idea I’d be comfortable with any of this, but I am. He makes me float off the floor more than once a day. I want to do the same for him. I want to make him moan and whimper. My arousal is dripping down my inner thighs at the thought of having this kind of power over him. This dominant man is trembling before me.
Without hesitation, I open my mouth and draw him inside.
Dallas’s head tips back, and he groans loud enough to shake the room. His hand is still gripping my neck without pressuring me. He’s just holding on as if he might collapse if he lets go.
I lower my mouth slowly down his shaft, taking as much of him as I can until my gag reflex kicks in. I don’t think he wants me to vomit on him, so I ease off, but I go farther on the next pass as I grow accustomed to this new sensation.
His ass is fantastic. Firm beneath my fingers. I want to kiss him everywhere the way he does me, but for now, I won’t push my luck. I’m surprised he’s letting me suck him. Hell, I’m surprised he’s even letting me see him.
When I hollow out my cheeks and drag my mouth nearly to the tip, Dallas lowers his head. “Baby, I’ve been hard enough to come all day. I’m not going to last. In a second, I’m going to explode. If you don’t want to swallow it, you need to back off now.”
I double my efforts, sucking harder and deeper, telling him without words that I most definitely want to swallow his come. I want to do everything with this man. I may be inexperienced, but I’m willing to try. He brings out a side of me I never knew existed, and I like it.
Sure enough, moments later, his erection grows harder, and a second before he comes against my throat, his entire body stiffens. I have no idea how much to expect, but I swallow every drop as it bursts out of him in long streams.
When he’s spent, he eases out of my mouth and cups my face. “Fuck, Arianna. That was…unexpected.”
I lick the corners of my mouth and grin. “Did I do it right?”
He growls. “Baby, you did it so fucking right.” He grabs my biceps and hauls me to my feet before bending down to swing me into his arms. Cradling me against his chest, he carries me into the bedroom, tugs the quilt down the bed, and deposits me in the center with a bounce.
I giggle and pull the covers up while he turns off the lights.
Soon, my man is next to me. We’re face to face. He strokes my cheek reverently. “You are precious.”
