I press a kiss to the tip.
“Ruby.” It’s a warning, and it sends a hot bolt of lust down my spine.
“Yes, Jesse?” I tease, flicking my tongue against the head of his cock.
His marvelous cock.
It is indeed a marvel—thick, long, and hard for me. What more could a woman who hasn’t been laid in years ask for? Hell, what more could any woman who loves cock ask for? It is a masterpiece, perfect in every way.
Jesse groans. “Need your lips. Need them sucking my cock. Now.”
He nudges my face closer, and my skin sizzles from the roughness, the possession.
Most of all, from his need for me.
I’ve never had sex like this.
Sex so charged, both of us so hungry.
So insatiable.
But that’s how I feel
with him.
I draw my lips around the head, suck him in, and swirl my tongue down his length.
He bucks against me, groaning. “Fuck, that’s good.”
His words spur me on.
His filthy commands.
Suck me deep, baby.
Like that.
Take it all.
They send a wicked thrill straight through me, and I am hot again, wetter still.
I take him all the way, gagging as he hits the back of my throat, but then relaxing so I can give it to him the way he wants.
His hands curl tight in my hair. He rocks into my mouth, and I suck and lick harder and faster till his legs shake. His knees buckle. With a hand firmly wrapped on the back of my head, he slumps down to the edge of the bed, bringing me with him as he fucks my mouth.
Then he groans, long and deep, as he warns, “Coming.”
That’s all.
One word.
And I swear it turns me on even more to do this to him, to feel him, to taste him, to drink down his release as he comes in my throat.
He pants, breathing hard, as I release him with a wet pop.
I swipe my fingers across my lips and sit back on my heels on the floor, gazing up at where he sits, dizzy and sex-drunk, looking so spent I can’t help but grin.
He notices and exhales. “Proud of yourself?”