Page 151 of Her Beast

The words and image they evoked robbed Julia of speech and it was all she could do to nod.

“Yes, I have.” His unabashed smirk and blunt confession sent delicious ripples of naughty pleasure shimmering through her body.

“That thought arouses you.” It was a statement, not a question—he didn’t need to ask because he knew; he saw into her darkest and most depraved thoughts as if she were made of glass.

A sensual smile curved his lips and he slid his huge hand around the base of his equally huge shaft. He closed his fist and pumped himself, the sight of black leather against his ruddy skin intoxicating. His fingers moved to the part he called the crown and squeezed, making more fluid leak from the slit.

When she looked up, she saw he was watching her. “It’s making you wet to imagine me on my knees with my lips wrapped around a thick, hard jack, isn’t it?”

Julia was beyond wet; the thought was rendering her nearly blind with desire.

What was wrong with her?

That is a question you need to quit asking,she told herself.Accept that you are a depraved wanton and let that be an end to the tiresome subject.

A certain amount of tension drained out of her at the decision and she looked up at him.

Malcolm gave a slight nod at whatever he saw on her face and aimed the head of his cock toward her mouth. “Suck it.”

Julia immediately complied, inhaling the earthy scent of him mingled with some trace of soap or cologne—perhaps bergamot or lavender. She opened her mouth, thinking it would be wide enough, but it wasn’t close. She had to all but unhinge her jaws to take him in and not drag her teeth on him.

Respect for Maisie mingled with jealousy.

This was going to be a challenge.

The fat end filled her mouth and she laid her hands on Malcolm’s hips to steady herself.

“Wrap one hand around the root so you can control how much you take in.”

Julia’s fingers didn’t meet when they wrapped around his girth; small wonder that he did not fit easily in her mouth!

“Hold me tighter,” he ordered gruffly. “Yesss, like that.” He lowered his hand to her hair and stroked gently. “Teeth, luv.”

Her jaw had drifted closed while she’d been concentrating on what her hand was doing. She opened wider, recalling what he’d said about the underside of the crown. With a bit of adjustment, she had him angled so she could use her tongue to cradle and stroke the spot.

He all but purred. “Good girl,” he murmured, his eye glinting with smug humor when she stiffened at the strangely potent praise.

Once she’d found the spot that made him shiver, she moved her hand, mimicking the stroking he’d done earlier.

He shuddered, his jaw taut. “God, yes, stroke me while you suck.”

It was not as easy as it sounded, but she soon established a slow, even rhythm. Keeping her teeth in mind, she gradually took him deeper, stopping when she felt as though he might choke her.

Julia moaned with frustrated despair when she saw she’d barely taken half of him.

“Forget about throating me, sweetheart. Suckle my slit and feast on my desire for you.”

Oh, the things he said to her…

She withdrew until only the bulbous end filled her mouth. It was thicker than the shaft and reminded her of a large hot plum, not that she’d ever attempted to stuff an entire plum in her mouth.

She found the slit with her tongue and earned a low, rumbling growl of approval.

Every reaction from him caused her own body to respond, her muscles to flex and tighten, her breasts to become heavier, and her sex to become slicker, needier.

“That feels wonderful, Julia.”

She preened at his praise and the dark undertone in his low, rough voice, wanting more words, more moaning and shivering. She stretched her jaws wider, careful not to chafe him, her tongue sliding down the pulsing underside of his shaft as she inexorably lowered over him.

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