The End Zone (Atlanta Lightning 2) - Page 45

My heart jump-started at the way he beamed at me. “By all means.” I went to lean over him, and he said, “Wait. Take the rest of your clothes off too. I wanna see you.”

I did as he said, tossing them on the floor. His eyes seared into me, leaving heat in their wake. I was nervous about being naked with him again, like he would suddenly remember, Oh, he has a cock. I don’t like cock, but there was only unadulterated want in his stare.

I stroked myself a couple of times. I was fucking aching with the need to empty my balls.

I knelt between his legs, started at his balls, inhaling his scent, before letting the tip of my nose trail up his cock, breathing him in.

“Fuck,” Darren groaned.

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. Rules don’t seem to apply with you.”

He looked down at me. We locked gazes as I lashed at his dick with my tongue, circled the head, then moved down his shaft. I nuzzled his heavy balls, enjoyed the taste of those too, before gripping him and taking him deep.

He held the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair as I moved up and down his shaft. I took him as far back as I could, swallowing around his crown each time he hit the back of my throat, stroking him with my hand in unison.

“Angel…fuck…so good,” he said in a tight, hoarse voice. I wanted his load, was dying for it, and I didn’t plan on slowing down until I got it.

Darren watched me as I worked my mouth along his erection—kissing, licking, sucking. At one point he held my face, fingers dancing along my skin, like I was something he cherished. It made my heart and brain fumble together. I prided myself on enjoying this while knowing it likely wouldn’t last, but when he looked at me the way he did, all good sense went out the window.

“Come here,” I said, falling onto my back, mostly to try and cut eye contact. “Straddle me.”

I didn’t let myself look at him as he put one leg on each side of my face.

“Use me this way. I like to have my face fucked, to choke on it, remember?” I’d gone into great detail with him about how much I liked giving head.

Darren practically growled, and then the head of his dick was there again, pushing at my lips. I opened for him, let him set the pace as he took my mouth, fucking it. My lips were stretched wide as he thrust into me, but not too much. I’d had a whole lot harder. I could take it a whole lot harder too. He was being careful with me because he didn’t know, because he cared, which made my emotions bleed into it even more.

I pulled off, leaned in and lapped at his balls again. “You don’t have to go so easy on me. I’m good at this.”

I went back for his dick again, but Darren stopped me. “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

“I’m enjoying the cock in front of me.”

“Look at me, Jere. I like when you look at me.” The rough edge of need in his voice hooked me, luring my gaze up until it collided with his. “There we go. That’s what I want to see.”

He smiled, and my heart exploded. Maybe not the best visual, but that was what it felt like. I was gone, so fucking gone for him.

We didn’t break eye contact as Darren pushed at my lips again. I opened for him, savored the feel of him pumping his hips, giving me the dick I wanted so badly. When his hips snapped forward, I swallowed around him every once in a while, taking too much and gagging.

He kept touching me, my face, my hair, giving me a smile as I worked his erection. As if he could read me better now, Darren gave me more, quickening his thrusts, while still caressing me. I reveled in the dichotomy of his tender touches and the way he needily fucked my mouth.

“Shit…oh God,” he said breathlessly. “So good. You feel so fucking good. I’m gonna come.”

He tried to pull back, but I didn’t let him, holding his thighs as fire blazed in his eyes.

Darren kept giving it to me, and I took it, wanted it, until his balls drew up and he cried out, shooting salty spurts of come on my tongue and down my throat. I eagerly swallowed them, craved more as I worked another out of his balls. When he pulled out of my mouth, he shot again, his load landing on my lips and cheek. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.”

I licked some away, and using my fingers, I scooped the rest. He crashed onto the bed next to me, and I wrapped a hand around my dick, using his come as lubricant to stroke myself.

Tags: Riley Hart Atlanta Lightning Romance
Source: readsnovelonline.net
readsnovelonline.net Copyright 2016 - 2024