Page 65 of Four Promises to Love

She quirked a brow. “However?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you, ahem, deepened the kiss.”

“Show me what you like.”

He guided her to sit at the edge of the sofa, placing her palms on his thighs. He fisted his cock in one hand and slid the other into her hair. He brought the fat tip to her mouth, which pooled at his musky scent.

“Part those pretty lips for me,” he said huskily.

She did, and he pushed inside while cradling her head and holding it steady. The surrender of control was lewd—and strangely titillating. With Owen, she felt a novel yearning to please. She tried her best to accommodate him, yet his girth stretched her lips.

“Careful with your teeth, love,” he panted.

Her sound of apology was muffled by his meaty length. The weighted glide against her tongue sent quivers through her belly. His gaze was locked on hers as he began to thrust in and out. He was attuned to her every reaction, and she knew he wanted the pleasure to be shared.

And it was. Oh, how it was. Fresh dew trickled between her thighs.

“All right?” he rasped.

When she hummed her reply around his shaft, he grunted with approval. He plunged deeper, and she realized that he’d been holding back. She didn’t want him to—wanted his surrender even as she gave hers. She slid her hands to his buttocks, gripping the hard, flexing muscles, urging him on.

“Hungry for more of my cock, are you?” he growled.

When she nodded, he bucked his hips, pushing his shaft deeper.

“There you go, greedy wench. Suck me with that beautiful mouth.”

Whimpering with excitement, she did her best. She was greedy and wanted to take as much of him as she could. She figured out how to breathe through her nose and to relax muscles that allowed him deeper access. She succeeded so well that on the next thrust, he butted the back of her throat. When she choked, he groaned and pulled out.

“Sorry.” He sounded winded.

She caught her own breath. “Don’t be. You are delicious.”

“Christ, Finn.”

Gripping his cock, he slowly painted her swollen lips with the tip. The gesture ought to have been filthy but was instead intimate and tender. His gaze was raw and exposed, his essence the most primal of offerings.

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he said hoarsely.

Her heart pounded with words she couldn’t say. So she took him between her lips again, deep into her throat, lavishing him with pleasure. She savored the signs that he was losing control. His fierce gaze consumed her; when he caressed her bulging cheek, feeling himself as he ravished her mouth, she shivered.

“I’m going to spend so hard for you,” he said. “But first…”

To her surprise, he pulled out, pushing her backward onto the sofa. Grabbing her hand, he shoved it between her legs—and they both groaned at how drenched she was.

“Pet that sweet pussy,” he ordered. “Do it, love. Come with me.”

His carnal command made her wild. Whimpering, she stroked her needy flesh while he towered over her, his biceps bunching as he pumped his erection. Emboldened, she spread her legs wider, rubbing herself for him while he uttered earthy praise and frigged his huge cock. The pressure in her belly built and built and then⁠—

Bliss broke. She felt a shocking gush between her fingers as tremors rocked her. An instant later, Owen shouted out, his fist flying over his engorged shaft. He exploded with shocking force, lashing her breasts and belly with his hot spend. His eyes glowed with proprietary heat as he wrung the last drops onto her skin.

Then he crawled atop her, kissing her thoroughly.

“Are you satisfied now?” he asked.

Breathless, she pretended to think about it. “Not yet.”

“Well. Hallelujah to that.”