Page 127 of An Unholy Affair
‘Shuffle down, so you’re comfortable,’ she said.
‘But I want to see you.’
She piled her pillows behind him. ‘Try that.’
He lay, his head propped up, his cock twitching as if waving to attract her attention.
Grabbing two more scarves, she tied his ankles to the frame at the other end of the bed.
‘I have you at my mercy,’ she said, clapping her hands with glee.
‘Minx, I’ve been at your mercy since we first met. Now take off your clothes.’
She pulled another scarf from the wardrobe and held it out. ‘Do we need this for Mr Bossy-Pants?’
He laughed. ‘I would mime zipping my lips shut, but as you can see…’ He glanced at the restraints.
‘Hmm…’ She dropped the scarf on the bed and crawled between his legs. ‘I’m going to leave that there just in case I need it.’
‘What are you—’
She raised an eyebrow, stopping him in his tracks. ‘Who’s driving the coach to Climax City?’
‘But your clothes—’
‘Will come off whenIdecide.’ She picked up the spare scarf and waved it at him, a questioning look on her face.
‘Minx,’ he huffed.
‘Correct.’ She grinned. ‘Now stop talking unless it’s instruction. I need to concentrate.’
Placing her hands on the inside of his thighs, she brought her face to his cock and nuzzled the base of his shaft, breathing in.
‘Ghhhnnnnn…’
‘You smell so good,’ she whispered.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk!
His cock was twitching along with his muscles, desperately seeking more of her touch.
She held the base to keep it steady, then, without any preamble, sucked the head into her mouth.
‘Jesu—Fu—!’ His hips jerked off the bed as if hit by two hundred and forty volts of electricity.
She took him deeper.
‘Oh, my, chri—!’ It was overwhelming. It wasn’t just the feel of her sweeping tongue and hot wet mouth, it was the sight of her sucking his cock, her eyes locked on his, that was his complete undoing.
She lifted her head, breathing heavily. ‘Was that okay?’
He tensed against the restraints, struggling to catch his breath. ‘It was… It wa—Fuuuhhhhhhhggghhhhhh!’ he cried, as his cock vanished again.
Sharp rushes of sensation shot through his legs and abdomen. He wasn’t sure what articles Eveline had been reading about giving the perfect blow job, but she’d clearly paid attention. One hand was now sweeping up his shaft, following her lips, the other gently tugging his balls.
‘Oh fu—Jesaaaagghhh! Eveline!’ Jack was panting now, blinking as the edges of his vision sparkled, leaving just her at the centre of his universe. ‘Wait, wait!’
She raised her mouth, her lips puffy and wet. ‘Am I doing it wrong?’
