Page 104 of Him Lessons

“You mean without the use of binoculars?”

She rolled her eyes. “Ha, ha. I know I had that coming.”

“Coming being the key word here. How ’bout we get to that?”

“So impatient,” she chided, lowering her face to the beast tenting his boxers. Then her voice dropped to a curious purr. “I’d like a closer look.”

Fuck.

Yes.

“Like I said, all yours.”

Nimble fingers dipped into the placket of his underwear and closed around his girth. The tightness of her grip lit up his core, and his abs clenched as she tugged his cock free.

At the sight of it, she mouthed a silent wow that drew his gaze back to her lips. Every inch of him was aware of the proximity of said lips — and there were a lot of fucking inches, to be sure.

“Is this normal for a man of your height?” she whispered, removing her hand so she could stare at the entire length of his penis with naked fascination.

“I don’t think it’s normal for any man.” He gave a rueful snort. “Just a quirk in the genetics.”

“That’s some quirk.” She giggled. His damn oversized dick bobbed eagerly towards the sound, and when it brushed her chin, Luke had to shutter his eyes for a moment. Had to silently pray.

Opening his eyes, he peered back down his torso just as she lowered her nose to his shaft and nuzzled the side of it. Fucking sniffed it.

“Jesus.”

So much for silent prayers.

“Hmmm,” she murmured, ass wagging in her fuzzy booty shorts, “minty fresh.”

“My cock smells minty fresh?”

“Yes. I’d say someone else likes the tingle.”

Her cheek had him growling. “How ’bout you wrap those sassy-ass lips around my minty-fresh cock?”

She glanced away, as though considering his suggestion-slash-plea. Then, “Nope. I’m not gonna do that.”

His dick wept.

Fucking literally.

“Damn it, Bir—”

“Shhhh,”she said, taking him in hand again, making him groan as she squeezed the few inches of flesh under his ruddy, swollen tip, “I’ll take care of you.”

The pressure of her fingers was nearly perfect. Her thumb sliding over his leaking slit was pure torture.

“Harder.” Yanking against the cables tethering his hands, Luke bit out the instruction through gritted teeth. “Pull down, back up, twist just a little near the top, and grip it harder.”

Clamping down, she did as directed, fist pumping hard for a few strokes. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “Now spit on it.”

She paused, nose wrinkling. “No.Ew!”

He chuckled. “Baby, I need some lube.”

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