Chasing Temptation (Chasing Love 2)

He looked down at her. Her auburn brows were furrowed, her free hand on his thigh, nails just starting to dig in. She tried to go deeper but moaned again when she gained no ground.

With a frustrated sigh, she eased up and sat back on her haunches, looking at his cock like a mountain she couldn’t scale to the top.

“I can’t,” she said.

He cupped her face and shook his head, trying not to laugh. “Darlin’, this,” he gestured at his raging cock, which was so hard he was almost in agony, “is not failing. You make me feel so good.”

“But I can’t go deep.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” she shot out. “There’s got to be a way. I know you’re big, but I can go deeper than that, can’t I?”

“Darlin,’ you’re doing great. You don’t need to go deeper.”

“I want to. I thought you were supposed to teach me things.” There was that challenge in her voice. The gentle Penny was gone, replaced by the one who liked competition just as much as he did.

“You sure about this?” He stood and, with his palms still cupping her face, coaxed her back to his cock until the tip prodded her lips. She instantly parted for him, and he stifled a groan.

“First, you need to follow your instinct. Do what feels good.”

She looked up and him and hummed.

He smiled. “Trust me, whatever makes you feel good will make me feel good. It’s about giving into the passion and pleasure.”

With the head of his cock in her mouth, she huffed but gave in to what he was saying.

“Now,” he said, angling her face up so her neck was long and smooth. “Relax your throat, your lungs, your whole body.”

She nodded and closed her eyes for a moment.

“Good girl. I can feel that, you know? I’m not even completely buried in that sweet mouth of yours, and I can feel already the tension leaving you.”

She smiled a little, the sight nearly his undoing. Penny Diamond on her knees, the head of his cock bobbing in her mouth, and her smiling like it was a damn treat? Fuck, he was going to go off like a damn teenager before they really got started.

Focus.

He took his own deep breath and continued.

“Now, keep your eyes on mine. And keep your neck,” he ran the back of his finger along her throat, “long like this. It will help.”

She did, and he went back to holding her face like a treasure between his hands. Because she was, and goddamn it, he was fighting every instinct not to fuck her mouth hard. No, he had to go slow.

“I’m going to help you take it, understand.”

She nodded.

“Deep breath in.”

She did.

“And out.”

When she exhaled, he pushed deep in a measured thrust, hitting the back of her throat, then retreated.

Her eyes went wide, and she smiled again. Which made him smile. “See?” He caressed her cheek. “You did so well. You didn’t fail.”

“Again,” she said in a muffled tone around his cock.