Page 62 of His Own Heaven

But brain-melting sex would do that to a girl.

She recovered quickly and cast her gaze down. If she wanted to leave the bed, she had to ask Toby for permission. “May I fetch a glass of water, Sir?”

Relaxing his grip on her leg, he smiled, then slid his hand higher. He skimmed his palm over her pussy, her stomach and between her breasts, coming to rest at the base of her throat. Lucy’s breath hitched as she waited for his next move. He didn’t make her wait long.

“You forgot the rules, baby,” he whispered, tightening his grip around her throat. “Now you have to be punished.”

Any normal person would have been terrified by the prospect of a giant man threatening to punish them.

But not Lucy.

Not when the man in question was Tobias Bennett and certainly not when she could feel his gorgeous cock harden against her thigh.

Excitement lanced through her body and she felt it everywhere, lighting her up from the inside out as it crackled along her veins, heated her blood and ignited her passion. But before she could say a word, Toby dragged her off the bed.

Forcing her to her knees in the middle of the shag-pile rug—that did little to cushion her weight on the hardwood floor—he twisted his hand in her hair. Pain exploded in her scalp. Pain that morphed into pleasure as he held her still, captive to his whims.

Her pussy flooded with warmth.

Toby’s semi-hard cock jutted towards her face. Lucy stared at the thing, a feeling of awe bubbling up inside her and escaping on a sigh of appreciation, until the big man dragged her closer, practically shoving it in her face.

“What are you waiting for, baby?” he growled. “It ain’t gunna lick itself.”

Flicking her gaze towards Toby’s, Lucy saw the raw lust in his expression, lust she reflected back at him as she reached up to take his cock in her hand.

Slowly he shook his head. “Mouth only,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice harsh. “Put your hands on my legs.”

Lucy’s excitement spiked again. Toby only sounded like that when he was ready to snap, when he’d take her rough and hard, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his arms banded around her as though he’d never let her go.

When he’d whisper in her ear and tell her how beautiful and perfect she was, and unlike his brother, when Toby told Lucy she was beautiful, she believed him.

Not wanting to appear over-eager, she kept her voice calm and even. “Yes, Sir,” she said, then forced herself to brace her hands against Toby’s rock hard thighs instead of curling them around his thick length like she wanted to.

Leaning forwards, Lucy snaked her tongue around the broad head of Toby’s cock. She could taste them on his flesh, smell the musky aroma of their arousal coating his silky skin, feel the heat of his blood as it rushed to strengthen his cock. Her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Lucy.” Toby purred her name like he was confessing a sin.

Lucy shivered with wanting.

The second stroke of her tongue was firmer, less of a tease as she licked along the side of his shaft. Again and again she licked and nipped at him until his cock was fully erect and danced in front of her eyes, silently demanding her full attention.

Which is exactly what she gave him.

Snaking her tongue around the head again, she used her lips to pull his cock inside her mouth, then slowly bobbed back and forth, taking him a little deeper every time. There was little chance she’d ever take all of him—he was too damn big for that—but she’d give him the best goddamn blowjob of her life.

Moaning as she worked his cock, Lucy desperately wanted to slip her hand between her thighs and get herself off, but she knew she’d be earning herself another punishment if she did, and she wasn’t confident her next one would be as much fun.

An image of Toby’s toy wall sauntered through her mind like it owned the joint, making her shudder. Some of those paddles were nasty. More than even she could handle.

Above her, Toby groaned and anchored both hands in her hair, twisting the strands around his fingers as he tugged her closer, thrust deeper.

The feeling of fullness in her mouth overwhelmed her and when he hit the back of her throat she had to swallow hard to stop herself from choking. Tears leaked from her eyes, slid down her cheeks and caught on her lips, adding to the mess beginning to drip down her chin.

“Beautiful.”

One word was all the warning Toby gave before he pulled back and thrust again. Picking up the pace, he fucked her mouth and throat, harder, deeper, faster. He took her, possessed her. Used her.

Eyes wide, Lucy clung to her lover’s thighs, helpless as he fucked her face. Helpless and annoyed. At him, at herself, at her needy body clenching around nothing, eager to be filled. Longing to be satisfied.

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