Rebel (Wolfes of Manhattan 1)

I wrapped my lips around his knobby head and applied some suction. He groaned again.

I continued to tease him this way, moving my hands to his hips to hold steady. But I was going to be in control here, at least while I sucked him.

He tasted like cinnamon and salt, and he smelled like hot musky man. My senses were on overload. I closed my eyes for a moment, erasing the visual to concentrate on the spicy scent, the salty flavor, and the feel of his hardness in my mouth. I could only take little more than half of him before he nudged the back of my throat.

“Baby, you suck cock like a champion.”

I smiled in my mind since my lips were otherwise occupied. Oh, yeah. I was going to make this one night he would never forget. Then, when I refused to see him again, maybe he would feel a slight twinge of the hurt I felt when he said there was no chance of a relationship.

Revenge wasn’t normally my style. What the hell? I was enjoying every minute of this. We would both be satisfied. Just because I intended never to be with him again after tonight didn’t mean anything. We would still enjoy ourselves this last time.

I wanted to make him come in my mouth, but I didn’t want the night to be over. I choked back a laugh, my mouth still full of cock. What was I thinking? This was Rock Wolfe. Not some inexperienced teenager. I’d bet he had two or three orgasms in him per night at least.

Yeah, he was going to come in my mouth.

I gripped him at his base, adding my hand so that the sensation would be that I was taking him all the way. I increased my rhythm.

“Slow down, baby.”

I increased my pace.

“Now. Don’t want to come yet.”

Oh, then he was definitely going to come. I continued plunging my mouth over him, my hand adding to the sensation. Once. Twice. One more time… And then—

“Damn!” He exploded.

I pulled back so I could feel every spurt, let his essence trickle over my tongue, flow down my throat.

I sat back, licking my lips and smiling.

“I think you’re pretty pleased with yourself right about now,” Rock said, his voice breathless.

I said nothing. Just kept smiling.

“You stay right there on the floor, baby. I’m going to suck that pussy dry.”

He spread my legs roughly, and I gasped when he lifted me—yes, he lifted me—off the floor and secured my knees over his shoulders. I was completely bared to him, my pussy hanging around his neck.

He breathed in audibly. “You smell great, baby. And you look beautiful. All wet and swollen and glistening. I’d like to eat you like this, but I don’t want all the blood to flow into your head. So I’m going to take you into your bedroom, lay you on your bed, and then I’m going to eat that cunt until you can’t take it anymore.”

He walked gently, more gently than I expected. Seeing everything upside down was disorienting, but soon we were in the bedroom and I was on the bed, flat on my back. He spread my legs and lifted my hips.

“Beautiful,” he said softly.

I let out a blissful sigh.

He gazed down at my pussy for what seemed like an eternity. I watched him, his green eyes burning. He was enjoying this. Enjoying the tease. But the look in his eyes… Was he also enjoying just staring at me?

“Beautiful,” he said again.

Yes, apparently he was enjoying it.

I bit my lip, keeping begging words from tumbling out of my mouth. A few more seconds passed, and finally I could hold out no longer. “Please. Please, eat my pussy.”

He met my gaze, and I shivered all over. His green eyes were heavy-lidded. Seductive. He knew what he was doing to me, but I was also doing it to him. The thought made me happy.

Something about him. Why was I so attracted to such a jerk? Yes, he was physically a very appealing specimen, and clearly we had amazing sexual chemistry.

But I was feeling something more. Something I didn’t want to be feeling.

Before I could dwell on it too much longer, he clamped his mouth onto my pussy.

And that was all it took. I soared into a climax. Just from the touch of his lips on my most sensitive tissue.

He groaned, the vibration spurring me further into climax.

I bit my lip to keep from crying his name.

Couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Couldn’t—

“Yes, Rock! Yes!”

He moved his mouth away for a second. “Good, baby. That’s good. Come. Come for me.” Then clamped it back down, sucking on my clit.

I grabbed fistfuls of my comforter and arched my back. The sensation was all too much, all too—

Two of his thick fingers breached my heat, massaging my G-spot, and I flew again.