Page 75 of Mr. Hook-up

But this was just the beginning.

Time was something we both needed to figure this all out, and whatever we turned into, condoms would either be a part of it or not.

What I did notice as he rolled the latex over his shaft was that I now had a front-row seat to every throbbing inch of him, even closer than I had been moments ago.

That all those inches were going to somehow, someway, fit inside me again.

“You look scared,” he growled.

I hadn’t realized he’d finished, that his hands were now strolling around my chest.

“I might be a little.”

“If it’s because of my size, then I can understand that fear, even though you know I’ll be gentle at first, just like I was last time.” His lips pressed against the side of my neck, tickling their way up to my throat. “But if it’s because you know that I’m about to dominate your body, then you have no reason to worry. I am going to do that. For hours. But I promise, Drake, it’s going to be nothing but pleasure.”

He was huge, there was no question about that, but so was the size of his body, one that came with an immense amount of power and strength, and something told me I’d only ever felt a small portion of that.

“Trust me,” he whispered against the center of my chest as he began to kiss toward my stomach.

He didn’t stop there.

He went farther.

Pausing when he reached my clit, his tongue wide and wet as he swiped it.

“Oh! Yes!” I moved with him, my hips swaying forward and back, an orgasm already so close. My feet pressed against the bed, my legs spread, and I arched my butt high, pushing even harder against him.

I’d yet to find anything in my life that felt better than Easton’s tongue.

The skill he used.

The place where he licked.

The way he knew just how to get me there.

And just when I neared that edge I wouldn’t be able to return from, he lowered his mouth and began to focus on my entrance, even wrapping my legs around his neck as he slid his tongue in and out of me.

“Oh fuck,” I cried.

A whole new sensation came over me, something I wasn’t expecting.

While his tongue slithered into me, he rubbed my clit with his thumb, the combination igniting something wicked.

Something fierce.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he hissed.

And I couldn’t breathe.

I positively couldn’t see.

I gripped the blanket, squeezing it into my hands, and held on for dear life. “Easton!”

The intensity came to a screeching halt as he unraveled my legs from around his neck and rose to a standing position, pulling my ass to the very end of the mattress. He lifted my legs and circled them around his waist. And while my body was high in the air, his tip found me.

Bumping my entrance.

Teasing me.

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