Page 13 of Pleasure Control

“I never should have called it Little Jay,” she murmured. Her voice grew raspy with desire.

The room began spinning on its axis. He gyrated his hips, trying to push his cock deeper into her palms. But she wouldn’t let him. She pulled back slightly and watched his cock oscillate as it clamored for attention. Her slow seduction nearly undid him. His low groan gave way to a deep, throaty growl.

She leaned into him. Her thick lashes fluttered against his flesh as she began kissing a path down his throat, his chest, and lower until they were face to face, or rather, mouth to cock. Pure raw desire seared his insides.

“It’s quite large.”

He blew out a shaky breath. He was in agony. Total fucking agony. His juices dripped from the tip and pearled on his plump head.

Laura brushed her fingers over his slit and drizzled the liquid over his swollen sex. Heat flamed through him and he knew if she wrapped her sweet, plump lips around him, it would take every ounce of control he possessed not to explode on impact.

She made a sexy noise and shifted. “It’s magnificent, really,” she admitted honestly, touching him with obvious pleasure.

Christ, she was so amazing. She was everything. So wild and untamed, with a passion that matched his own. A surge of warmth flooded his veins and produced an unfamiliar fullness in his heart.

Sheathing him in her hand, she opened her mouth and brushed her pretty pink tongue over her bottom lip. “Mmmmmm.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Her soft moan nearly took him over the edge. Blood pounded through his cock and he felt it grow another inch. He needed to touch her, to taste her. Again and again. He reached out, stroked her breast, and pinched her hard nipple. She gasped and arched into him. Her uninhibited response brought him to new heights of arousal.

She looked up at him and lifted one perfect eyebrow. Her lips were parted. Her eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, and full of lust.

“Do you mind?”

Her warm breath fanned his engorged dick. She didn’t wait for an invitation. Before he had a chance to respond, her tongue snaked out and licked a path down the length of him. He became lost in the sensation as his cock absorbed the warmth of her mouth.

His legs went weak and he nearly faltered backward. He cupped her cheeks, his hands following the movement of her head as she closed her mouth around him and sank his erection to the back of her throat.

Reaching underneath him, she sifted through the tangle of dark hair and then grasped his heavy sac. Gently cupping his balls, she gave a gentle squeeze. The erotic, silky sweep of her long chestnut curls over his thighs sent him teetering on the edge.

He threw his head back and growled. “Jesus,” he cried out, and knew that was all he could take. Sweat trickled down his forehead as a tremor ripped through him.

He gave a lusty groan and fought to hang on. He wanted to take her to bed, to make love to her properly. Slowly, passionately, all night long, but he knew he was well past the point of no return.

The tantalizing brush of her tongue as she laved the soft fold underneath his bulbous head may have brought him to his peak, but it was her soft mewling sound of pleasure that tipped him over. He tangled his fingers through her hair when he felt the pressure of an approaching orgasm.

“I’m going to come, sweetheart.” He tugged her head to urge her back, but she refused to budge. She kept her mouth wrapped around him and sucked long and hard. His breath came in a ragged burst and his whole body stilled with the blinding pleasure.

Muscles straining, he shouted his release. His orgasm was so powerful and intense, his vision went fuzzy around the edges. It took a moment for him to recapture his breath and regain his bearings.

He looked down and smiled at the amazing woman kneeling before him and felt something blossoming inside him. Lacing his fingers through hers, he pulled her to his body, to his mouth.

He’d had no idea that becoming physical with her would be so moving. Laura stirred feelings in him he hadn’t even known existed. In all honesty, he was unprepared for the onslaught of emotions. Somehow, during their intimate encounter, she had awakened something in him, something needy, hungry.

What the hell was going on?

Wasn’t he just another “Cold-Hearted Cutler”? A man who thought only with his dick and was incapable of feelings or emotional connections with women?

She murmured deep in her throat, bringing his attention back to her. He touched her cheek. “Baby, you’re amazing.” He didn’t even try to keep the longing from coloring his voice.

She snuggled into him and licked the moisture from her lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He smiled and gathered her tighter in his arms. Neither said a word for a long time. They both just stood there, holding each other, listening to the soft tick of the clock in the background. Jay finally broke the comfortable silence enveloping them.

“I guess the serum failed.”

“Appears that way.”

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