Fight Dirty (Black Rose Kisses 1)

I moan and lean back a bit so that my nipple pulls against his hold on it, and the slight edge of pain there makes it feel even better. Levi’s eyes flare with want, and he pulls me back in, kissing me again.

He bites down on my bottom lip hard, and I whine softly, sliding my hands down his chest and then down to his crotch.

I don’t need to see his cock to know it’s pulsing with heat, and that he’s hard in his jeans. When he pulls back from the kiss again, Levi licks his lips and rolls his thumb over my other nipple, waiting to see what I’m going to do.

I know what I want to do, and for once, I don’t overthink it. I undo the button and zipper on his jeans and work my hand down the front, feeling his hard, hot length against my palm.

He’s big, I already know that, and I’m wet just thinking about it and how much I want him. How much I need him inside me. My pussy throbs with that need, my core aching and empty, and I wrap my fingers around his shaft, plastering myself against him.

His cock twitches in my hold, and I give in and start stroking him slowly, feeling the veins and ridges in his cock as I do.

Levi’s eyes flutter closed for a second, and he licks his lips. “Fuck, Mercy. Your hand fits so perfectly around my cock. That feels fucking good.”

I grin. The dirty praise makes me want to hear more, so I stroke him a bit harder, a bit faster, taking his cock from half hard to fully erect in just a couple of strokes.

Levi’s breathing speeds up, and he groans, fingers digging into my hip when he uses it to hold on.

I like that sound. Fuck, I really like that sound.

It’s so clear that he likes what I’m doing and wants me to do more, and I want that too. I don’t want to just remember what it was like to be with him. Don’t want to imagine it.

I want to experience it again, to feel all of it right here and now.

My heart pounds out a quick rhythm in my chest as I undo his pants all the way and then shove them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free. It’s long and hard, thick and flushed with need the way I feel. There’s a moment where I just look at it, like I’m trying to memorize the size and shape, and my mouth waters at the prospect of tasting him.

I lick my lips, glance up at him once, and then decide to just go for it. He can stop me if he doesn’t want it, but I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be a problem.

The low, heated “fuck,” that spills out of his mouth when I duck my head down and press a kiss to the base of his cock pretty much proves my point, and I smirk, pleased and determined to get more of those sounds from him before I’m done here.

I take my time, licking up his cock from base to tip, letting my tongue savor the musky taste of his skin. There’s already a salty drop leaking from the small slit at the head of his dick, the precum that spills onto my tongue and proves how much he wants this.

I wrap my hand around the base o

f his cock and ease my mouth over the tip, sucking shallowly to begin with. It’s been a while since the last time I did this, and Levi is definitely bigger than some of the other men I’ve been with.

But it’s a challenge, and I never back down from those, especially not when the reward for meeting this particular challenge is getting to see that heat flaring in Levi’s brown eyes and the pleasure playing over his face.

He tangles his fingers in my hair after a second or two but doesn’t force me down further. Instead, he just holds on, his breath coming out a bit ragged as I swirl my tongue around his dick and alternate between teasing him like that and sucking with intent.

His cock is warm and heavy in my mouth, and I hum softly around him, feeling the shudder of pleasure that goes through him at the sensation.

Gradually I find a rhythm, sucking him down deeper and holding for a second before working my way back up. Levi’s hand in my hair is a welcome tether, another point of contact between us as I work him over with my mouth. He seems content to let me go at my own pace, gazing down at me with hooded eyes.

“Shit, Mercy. You’re so good,” he moans softly, stroking my hair a little. “Knew your mouth would be good for more than making smart-ass comments.”

I snort in amusement and retaliate for his smart-ass comment by taking him down even deeper. There’s a second or two where it’s uncomfortable and I nearly gag and have to pull back, but I swallow through it, determined.

I’m rewarded by a choked off moan and his fingers going tight in my hair, which makes me smirk around him. I take him deep again and swallow around his length, and I can feel the twitch in his cock.

If he wants to tease me about being good with my mouth, then I’ll show him just how good I can be. I don’t want him to come in my mouth, especially if that means he can’t fuck me right away, but I want to make him feel good.

The sounds he makes and the way he keeps a hold of my hair go a long way toward upping my arousal too. I can feel that burning need at the center of my core, spreading out to my legs and arms, making me one big bundle of want.

My nipples are still hard and sensitive, and my pussy throbs with the desire to be touched, but I ignore them, focusing on the task at hand. I want to show Levi how good I can make it for him, in the hopes that he’ll answer my challenge by making it good for me in turn.

I work my way all the way down, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and then slipping in deeper. This time I’m ready for it, and I stay there for a second, holding him in place.

“Fuck.” Levi curses low again, and I roll my eyes upward so I can see his face. His eyes are closed, pleasure clear to see across his features, and there’s an answering hum of that same deep pleasure in me.