“Don’t.” I reached for his arms, closing my hands around his biceps. “You’re good. I knew that when I first saw you. I’ve been with someone evil, and I know you aren’t like that.”
His eyes widened. For just a moment he looked younger, softer.
“I want to be with you. I want you to move me into your room. I want—”
He cut my words off with a hard kiss that sucked all the air from me. He ended it as quickly as it had begun, and he shocked me by lifting me onto the counter and turning me to face away from him.
“Lie back,” he ordered.
“What are you—”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth. Do you think you can take that? Do you think you’ll think I’m a good man when my cock is down your throat?”
That was just what I’d wanted since I’d met him. “Yes.”
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He helped me ease down until my head was hanging off the edge of the counter.
A jolt of fear ran through me when he unzipped his fly. We were really going to do this right there in the kitchen.
“Are you sure no one will—”
“No one is going to disturb us.”
I’d promised to do what he said. He wanted to see me surrender completely. Could I really do that?
He pulled out his cock and worked his hand up and down the length. I stared at him, mesmerized. Without thinking, I lifted my head and licked the drop of precum from his slit.
Grant shuddered. “More. Take me into your mouth.”
I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and licked him again. He growled. “Hands by your sides. You only get to use your mouth to bring me off. No more teasing. Swallow my cock. Show me how much you can take.”
I pressed my arms against my sides, heart thundering as I wondered if I could actually do this. I desperately wanted to please him.
He pressed his thumb against my chin, pushing it up as he slid his other hand into my hair. “Open.”
I did as he said, and he pushed his cock into my mouth. I slid my tongue against the underside, then sealed my lips around him, sucking him hard.
He groaned, and I kept going, alternately licking and sucking, then lifting my head so I could work my way farther down his shaft. He was so big my lips already felt stretched.
He leaned forward and held my wrists, pinning me to the counter as he thrust into me. I gagged at first, then managed to relax, but I still wasn’t taking nearly all of him.
“God, you’re so fucking good at this.”
I hummed around him, his approval sending warmth through me and making me determined to give him more.
As if he knew, he gripped me tighter and drove himself into my mouth. I sputtered around him, and he pulled back long enough for me to catch my breath.
“You can do this. You’re mine, and you’re going to take all of my cock.”
“I… Yes. Please.”
I wanted it. I didn’t care if he choked me. I didn’t care how sore my throat would be later. I wanted to give him everything.
He teased my lips with the tip of his cock. He was so fucking intimidating looming over me, but that only made me hotter. I wanted him. I wanted this. I wanted to be everything to him.
“Relax your throat and let me in.”
I nodded frantically. I was going to do this.