Page 14 of The Firefighter's Angel
“Jesus Christ, baby girl…” he mutters darkly. “You’ll be the death of me.”
My heart skips violently at the surrender in his voice. I take in a shaky breath, then start to fumble with the buckle of his belt. His eyes darken, that predatory heat flaring back to life.
“Let me show you,” he says, gently placing his hand on mine again. I suck in a breath at the fire in his touch.
The sound of his zipper sliding down is impossibly loud in the quiet cabin. My heart hammers loudly in my chest, a war of nerves and something else…something needy and persistent.
He shifts, pulling himself free, and my breath catches. He’s…big. Thick. Heavy. My lips part, my pulse skipping wildly.
Daniel catches the look on my face and his lips spread in a slow smirk. “Think you can handle it?”
“Y-yes,” I stutter, running my tongue nervously over my lips.
“Jesus,” he mutters, raising one hand to the back of my head, the other stroking down my cheek. “You’re my naughty girl now, aren’t you?” he rumbles, running his thumb across my lower lip, dragging it down like he’s imagining exactly where he wants it.
I nod without thinking, breath shaky. “Y-yeah…I guess I am,” I whisper.
His dark eyes flare with heat. “No guessing, baby. Say it.”
“I’m your naughty girl,” I breathe shakily.
“Damn right, you are.” He presses his thumb harder against my lip, then drags his hand back to grip my hair, not hard, just enough to make me feel small…controlled…his. “I’m all yours.”
Keeping my eyes locked on his handsome face, I carefully lower my mouth to him, taking in just the tip of his cock. My lips burn as they stretch around his wide length.
The drops of pre-cum pooling on the head of his cock trickle over my tongue, bathing me in the most exotic flavors I have ever tasted in my life. I don’t know what I expected but Daniel tastes…spicy.
Tangy.
And damn delicious.
I stroke my tongue over the head of his cock tentatively, then trail a path down from the top to the root.
Daniel’s hand tightens in my hair when I suck one of his balls into my mouth. “Damn, baby,” he says gruffly, threading his fingers through my hair. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
In movies I shouldn’t have been watching…
But I don’t say anything. Instead, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting him, then take him into my mouth little by little, inch by inch. I can’t fit all of him, not yet, but the way hegrips my hair and mutters my name like a prayer tells me I don’t have to.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Such a good girl.”
The praise drives me. I find a rhythm, bobbing my head slowly as I suck, licking and teasing and letting him guide me when I falter. He tastes like salt and skin and something entirely new.
Once I get the hang of things, I’m able to move faster. The more my mouth moves up and down Daniel as he fucks my mouth, the easier it becomes to swallow him down to the root every time. Drops of luscious pre-cum splatter over my tongue every time I swallow, and God, it’s freaking fantastic.
His hand tightens just slightly in my hair. “Look at me,” he growls.
I lift my eyes, mouth still wrapped around him. His expression is wild, ravaged…and I feel powerful and fragile all at once.
“Goddamn…you look so perfect like this.” His voice breaks on the last word.
His balls start to pull up tight to his body, and I increase the speed of my movements, sucking him down my throat faster, loving every broken moan and uncontrollable shiver that racks his powerful body.
“Fuck, Cindy!”
My eyes widen as his cock starts to swell. Daniel presses himself deeper into my throat, holding my head in place with a gentle hand to the back of my head.
He lets out a bestial moan, and load after load of cum shoots into my mouth. I swallow instinctively. He tries to pull away to let me breathe, but I don’t let him. I stay with him, savoring every lastdrop, until he finally releases my hair and his cock slips free of my mouth.
