Page 76 of Saddled in Secrets
Bianca notices, lifting her attention off my jutting arousal. “Would you like to sit?”
I stare—completely dumbfounded—while she grins. Movement of any kind feels impossible. A gulp barely passes through the dryness in my throat. The sharp jerk of my headtests the limits. Bianca Benson on her knees for me is going to make me blow my load in two seconds.
“Suit yourself, Stalker.” And then her thumb swipes at the pearl of liquid pooling on my pierced tip.
The contact jolts me like an electric fence. “Oh, fuck.”
She trails the precum along my shaft, wrapping her dainty hand around me. “Sensitive?”
“It’s been… a long while,” I manage to croak.
Bianca tightens her grip and the ladder of barbells dig into me. “Nobody has ever touched you like this before, right?”
The possessiveness in her tone consumes me. “Just you, baby girl.”
“That’s what I thought.” Her green eyes are fixated on my studded length. “Such a work of art.”
I grunt while she admires my junk as if it’s a statue erected in her honor. “Glad you think so.”
Bianca hums, contemplating something heavy. “Do your balls tingle?”
My body goes unnaturally still, not expecting her to come up with that. “The fuck?”
“Like right before you come.”
“No,” I rasp.
“No?”
“Not that I recall.”
“Oh.” Her bottom lip pouts out. “That happens to a lot of guys in the romances I read.”
“They’re not real.” Yet I’m still jealous of them.
She looks up at me, her gaze hooded with thick desire. The message in her unwavering stare confirms it’s just us. Nothing else matters. My cock jerks in her secure hold. That prods her to stroke me from root to tip.
More precum collects, which she eagerly uses as lube. I’m slick in her fist as she rolls her wrist downward.
A breathy exhale coasts along my throbbing flesh. Bianca’s eyes widen when my dick begins to drip faster. When she sticks out her tongue to taste me, my vision swims. Holy fuck. This moment will forever be carved into my brain.
“You’re salty, Stalker.” A rosy blush paints her cheeks and she bites her bottom lip.
My thumb tugs the tortured flesh from between her teeth. “And you’re stunning.”
“Just wait until my mouth is stuffed full of your cock.”
“Woman,” I growl.
The promise of pleasure is already squeezing me in an unforgiving hold. I need a distraction, but refuse to fill my thoughts with images other than her. While she gets intimately acquainted with my cock, I gather her hair into my fist and secure it with the elastic I’ve had for months. The one I just stole from her is a shiny replacement. But I’m likely to hoard them both for when situations like this arise.
“Very considerate,” she croons.
As if I did that strictly for her benefit. I’ve been itching to bury my hands in her glossy waves. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have tied it up. But then the unobstructed view of her leaning forward to lick me corrects the upset. At least until she sucks lightly and my balls clench.
“Fuuu-ckkk.” My voice rises to an embarrassing pitch.
Meanwhile, hers is a sultry purr. “What do you need?”
