“Thank you,” he read beneath his fingertips, but no sound came from her throat.
“Does it give you pleasure to make me feel good?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she mouthed beneath his caressing fingers.
“Good.” He grouped his first three fingers together and penetrated her mouth. She was slippery and delicious. He didn’t give her time to fasten around him before he withdrew and guided his cock between her lips. He held her head again firmly. “Have you ever been face-fucked?”
She mumbled something incoherent against his flesh, which he interpreted to be a doubtful negative.
“I won’t, if you don’t want it.”
She made a desperate little sound and nodded her head, making his cock waggle up and down.
“Then you have to give me control. I won’t hurt you, don’t worry. I’ll only give you what you can take. Okay?”
Again, she nodded. He put his hands on her head and slowly penetrated her, the underside of his cock sliding along her tongue. She resumed her steady suction. He began to pulse his hips several inches forward, several inches back, keeping her head steady at the base of her skull, his fingers caressing the back of her neck. He felt a shudder go through her and he paused.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
A concise shake of her head was his answer.
He smiled, knowing it was arousal he’d felt coursing through her. He resumed his fucking motions, enjoying the pressure and friction immensely, building up to a volcanic climax. Through a haze of pleasure, he realized she was straining against his hands, trying to take him deeper.
“Do you want more?” he asked quietly as he tightened his hold on her, making it clear he would be the one to control her motions.
She nodded.
He flexed with his hips, grunting in pleasure when the tip of his cock penetrated the tight ring of her throat. She recoiled, and he immediately withdrew, stroking her shallowly. She twisted her head as if to free herself and sucked so hard, she almost pulled his trigger then and there.
Christ Almighty, this woman knows how to torture a man.
He was too far gone to stop himself. He released his gentle but firm hold on her hair and let her have free rein. She went down on him so forcefully, he made a mingled sound of bliss and concern. Every muscle in his body clenched tight when she held him in her throat, stilling her body’s natural reflex to expel him. Her hot, hard upward stroke caused the familiar warning tingle in his balls.
He growled through his clenched teeth as he erupted on her tongue, the sensation akin to an electrical jolt of pure ecstasy. She sucked and sucked, and he succumbed to her hunger, giving her more and more, until he wondered if his orgasm would ever end.
He thought that the intense pleasure had finally faded a moment later when she slid his satiated cock from her mouth. Then she pressed a chaste kiss to the crown, and he felt the pulse of desire throb to life again in his veins.
Chapter Three
The head of his cock felt moist and firm beneath her lips. He had a beautiful penis—not just large, but handsomely shaped—with a straight, thick shaft, firm testicles and a crown that made her mouth water. He was truly something to behold.
Jennifer blinked open her eyes and realized with a jolt of surprise it was pitch-black in the chamber. The sun had fully set. She’d only known that John Corcoran possessed a beautiful cock from her avid worship of it by her mouth. Her nose had learned his scent and her tongue his flavor, and she’d found all of the knowledge sweet.
But she was blind now, and the darkness was absolute.
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She heard a snuffling sound from above and whimpered. She used John’s hips for balance and scrambled up from the ground.
“It’s just Enzo,” he reassured gruffly.
“Your dog? He’s still up there?” she asked, her voice hoarse from taking his cock so deep.
She went still when he placed his hand along the side of her throat and stroked her gently, as if he knew her throat was raw and was offering her comfort. “Yes.”
“How . . . how do you know it’s Enzo, and not some other animal?”
“Because he’s my dog,” he murmured, and she could hear the trace of amusement in his deep voice. “Do you think I don’t recognize my own dog?”