Page 40 of Devoted

My body responds faster than my brain. Blood floods my groin until my erection is hard and straight and practically standing in fifth position. Straight and proud.

“Swan, you don’t have to, but fuck, I really want you to right now.”

She pumps her hand up and down my length. I’m caught between the exquisite sensation of her touch and the erotic image in the mirror in front of me. She’s kneeling in front of me, her head at my crotch, and I’m towering over her.

The only thing that can rip my gaze away is when her warm lips close around the tip of my shaft. I can’t see that in the mirror.

“Fuck me,” I groan.

It’s going to be hard to think of anything else when I’m in this room again. My memories will go straight to her mouth on my dick.

I can’t tangle my fingers through her hair. The silky strands are bound in a tight bun, but I need to touch her. I put my hands on her head and switch between watching how her head bobs in the mirror to the way her lips slick over my skin. The music has stopped and the only sound in the room—in the entire damn house—is my ragged breathing and the smack of her lips on my flesh.

“Fuck, Penelope. This isn’t going to take long.”

She hums, and I’m a lost man.

It’s all I can do not to thrust harder into her mouth and choke her. I hold myself rigid and throw my head back. She takes it all in; she takes all of me. There’s nothing to support me in the middle of the room but her hands at my waist and her mouth around me.

When I’m done coming, she releases me. While I’m too mindless to move, she tucks me back into my sweats and stands. I anchor her to me for a hard kiss. She tenses like she’s surprised I’m willing to plaster my mouth all over hers after what she did, but she has no idea how satisfying it is to taste myself on her. It’s almost as satisfying as having her thighs wrapped around my head while I drink her down.

Which is exactly what I plan to do.

I sweep her feet out from under her and gently lower her to the floor. Her confused expression disappears quickly when I say, “I’ve got some ideas about what else we can do.”

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