Page 116 of The Holiday Clause
She parted her lips, and he guided his thick length into her mouth until her eyes widened.
“Good girl.” He applied pressure to the back of her head, pushing her all the way down, until he nudged the back of her throat.
“Hold it there. Get used to it. Now, fist it.” He dropped his head back and groaned as she did exactly as he instructed. “Fuck. Use your hand and your mouth.”
He kept his hand tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm and sometimes surprising her with a bite of pressure when he wanted her to stay. He liked filling her mouth, but he was a big man and she coughed whenever he bumped the back of her throat.
“Sorry.” She sputtered.
“Don’t apologize.”
She tried again, but her eyes watered the moment she gagged. Frustrated that she wasn’t able to do it like the women she’d watched online, she grew annoyed. What if other womenhad done this better for him? Performance anxiety gnawed at her.
“Do you want to keep going?”
She wasn’t giving up that easily. “I want to finish you.”
He blew out a breath. “Keep saying stuff like that and you will.”
Smiling, she wondered if her words affected him as much as his affected her. “I like when you hold my hair.”
“Good, because I’m fucking obsessed with your hair.”
She laughed. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s a problem.”
She had no idea. “Oh, well, that’s good, I guess.”
He wrapped the length of her waves around his fist and gave a gentle yank, tipping her head back. “Try it this way.” He stepped forward. “Don’t lean in. Just open your mouth. That’s it. Now, let me see that tongue again.”
Did he mean it? She stuck out her tongue and he rimmed her lips with the swollen tip of his cock.
“Keep it open.” He angled his hips and slid inside. Her lips stretched, and her eyes widened. Before she could gag, he withdrew, only to slide back in again. “That’s it.” He kept his strokes fast and light as his hips flexed. Sometimes he stood still and simply guided her by her hair.
She loved hearing him grunt and moan. Adored the idea that she caused him to make such sounds.
“Jesus. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours?” His pace increased as did his sounds of satisfaction.
Then he withdrew from her mouth. He pumped his hips as he rapidly stroked his flesh, gripping his cock, tugging hard. She flinched when his hot release shot past his pumping fist onto her breast. More followed as his strokes tightened and slowed, and then he panted.
“Shit. Let me get something to clean you up.” He returned a second later with a warm wash cloth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to assume you’d…”
She frowned as he awkwardly wiped her breasts clean. “What didn’t you want to assume?”
“You know.”
She looked at him expectantly. “Greyson, if you couldn’t tell, I know nothing.”
He hesitated, then said, “Swallowing.”
“Oh.” Of course, that’s what he meant. She knew women did that. Did it make it better? “Next time?”
He smiled. “Maybe.”
Why maybe? “If there’s something you want, I’ll do it, Greyson.”
“That’s not how this works, Wren.”
