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"Are you sensitive here?" I purr, stroking lazily, forming a fist around the fabric.
He grits his teeth, his legs trembling violently. "Yes, you wicked thing. You could have me howling."
My smile widens. Okay, maybe I like that a little too much. I ease up, whooshing a breath from him, only for him to suck it right back in, as I slip a finger beneath the band of his boxers.
Maybe he's nervous, I think. This is the first time I'll see him, barring the bathroom incident.
I meet his stare, learning just how wrong I am. He's brimming with confidence, every part of him, and when I pull down his boxers, I understand why.
He springs free, before falling and smacking against his skin with a dense thud. My insides clench at the sight, my mouth watering at what's surely, by conventional standards, the perfect cock—far surpassing anything I've seen in porn.
Long and thick, his length lies across abs so defined they look photoshopped, the focal point of a sinful V converging from his hips. Two distinct veins crawl up his underside, nearly reaching his domed tip that grazes the lower crescent of his bellybutton.
He's huge. So, outrageously massive that my sex throbs, despite me wondering how the hell he's going to fit.
"Don't worry, baby. I know just what to do with you," a deep voice says, reading my mind, snapping me from my trance—Shit, was I drooling? My eyes roam across steel abs, but when they meet Hayden's, I quake with shock.
A dominant, fiery lust burns behind them, and a smug grin tugs at his lips, his arms still draped across the backside of the couch, as he enjoys the view. Me. Clad in nothing but a bra and panties. On my knees at his feet. His gaze flickers to his manhood, then back. A silent command, one I obey immediately.
Scooting closer, I size up the beast, nervous tension crackling inside me. Here I was, worried about how he's going to fit in me, when I don't even know if he'll fit in my mouth. So, I start with a simple touch, scraping a nail down his shaft, feeling the weight of his cocky stare, not really expecting much of a reactio—
His legs quiver at my sides.
I stop and look up, finding his mouth parted.
Using an additional finger, I scrape some more, watching as he grits his teeth, all but pooling satisfaction in my center. For another minute, I tease him, loving every grunt and hiss that passes his lips, until they stop completely when I grip him at the base.
Whatever remained of his composure slips right off his features—his posture straightens, his hands shoot to the edge of the couch cushion. Standing him to attention, my pulse spikes, not quite knowing how to proceed into such unfamiliar territory. Hesitantly, I lick his tip where its ridge meets the underside of his shaft, exactly where he was sensitive before.
Hayden's entire body shudders beneath me.
I pause, smirking. Oh, this is going to be fun.
I try again, slower this time.
He hisses through clenched teeth, legs trembling violently. "You just love playing with it, don't you?" he manages out.
Yes.
Lick...
Lick...
Lick...
A groan escapes him, and it's like a shot of dopamine straight into my brain. The seductive sound replays in my mind, heightening my arousal, urging me to lap him from the base all the way up his length, before swirling my tongue around his tip.
"Fuckkkk." His head falls, resting on the backside of the couch. Around and around, I circle him, keeping a torturously slow pace, until he's whimpering the most delicious noise, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm. "Look at me—look at me... yessss..."
He curses viciously when I slurp him into my mouth, just an inch, but it's enough to earn an involuntary thrust. His cock glides down my tongue, prying my lips wide, hardly able to compensate for his girth. Fighting back a sting of tears, I suck hard on his withdraw, moaning around him.
"Fucking hell, Jules." He inhales sharply, his jaw hanging low while he watches me bob up and down. "Goddddd... are you sure this is your first time?" he asks, and there's no mistaking his jealousy.
I pop him out. "You're my first," I say sweetly, seeing his gaze smolder with possession.
I drive my head back down, earning another curse, but I'm only able to make it a few inches before my throat spasms, and a loose lock sticks to my gloss. He grins at that, gathering my hair in one hand, wrapping it around his fist, his other clutching the seat in controlled restraint.
But that's the problem. His control.
