Page 25 of Tinsel & Timber
Graham steps in front of me andfinally peels off his coat, tossing it onto the counter next to his bag. “I want you to suck my cock. Right here, in the middle of your kitchen. So every time you make a cup of coffee or fix yourself a meal, you think of me.”
My mouth waters and my pussy clenches at the thought.
He unbuttons the first few buttons on his flannel then pulls it over his head, revealing a six pack of abs, lightly dusted in light blonde hair, and a thin trail that dips below his jeans, no doubt leading to his girthy cock that felt like velvet in my hands yesterday.
“Go on. Unhook my belt. Free my cock, Mara.”
I do as I’m told, my fingers trembling slightly as I fumble with his belt and the button on his jeans. Wanting to torture him the way he’s torturing me, I slowly tug down his zipper and let out a satisfied sigh when I realize he’s not wearing underwear.
Not waiting for further instruction, I wrap my hand around his length and stroke him until he's rock hard, which doesn’t take long.
“Open,” he growls.
I part my lips and stick out my tongue, licking the tip.
Graham hisses and jerks forward. “You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look on your knees, my cock on your tongue.” He strokes himself once, twice, then slides inside my mouth.
I close my lips around him and suck.
His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft.
“Fuck yes, Mara,” he grunts as he hits the back of my throat. “Just like that.”
His words spur me on. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, eyes watering every time he thrusts forward.
“Pictured you just like this, yesterday. When I went home to shower. Had to jerk off just to take the edge off so I could work.”
I hum.
He curses again.
I reach up and cup his balls, tugging gently.
Graham shudders. “Goddamn. I’m gonna fucking come,” he warns. “You gonna let me come down your throat?”
I look up at him and hum my approval.
His thrusts turn frantic before his thighs tense. He holds my head down as far as it can go. I feel his release hit the back of my throat in hot bursts, and I swallow all of it. Then I lick him clean.
He immediately lifts me to my feet and kisses me. Hard. Deep and rough and hungry enough to make me dizzy. His hand slides into my hair, tilting my head back, and I can’t help the small sound that slips out against his lips.
I fist my hands in his shirt, pulling him closer—closer still—until there’s no space left, no hesitation, just that impossible, consumingneed that’s been building between us from the first argument, the first spark.
He kisses me like a man starved. Like he’s been holding this back for too long and finally stopped caring about the reasons not to.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard and the only thing I can think to say is, “I need you to fuck me now.”
Graham chuckles and shakes his head. “Oh, baby. I planned on it.”
“Good. Then what do you say we take this upstairs?”
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Graham
“Hungry?”she asks softly, as I rub her wrists from where the cuffs bit into her skin from her tugging against their restraint.
