Page 121 of Stolen By the Billionaire
His hand on the back of her head gripped her hair. The weight of his arm on her shoulder and his fingers knotted into her tresses bowed her backward, and her knees buckled and landed on the deep carpeting.
With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. “You decided to be a bad girl tonight, kitten. Open your mouth.”
From her knees, Sarah opened her eyes and looked far, far up at Blaze towering over her. Her jaw loosened, and she parted her lips.
“Hands behind your back, wrists crossed, unless it becomes too much and you need to tap out. Instead of the safeword, you will grab both your ears with your hands to signal me to stop. Do you understand?”
She nodded and felt like her eyes were too big.
He asked, “You haven’t done this before, either. Have you?”
She shook her head, the little bit of movement that Blaze’s fist in her hair would allow her to move.
“Slowly, then.”
His belt jangled loose as he pushed his thumb between her lips and then against her teeth, wedging them farther apart.
When the pad of his thumb rubbed the middle of her tongue, he commanded, “Suck.”
Sarah sealed her mouth around his thumb and sucked as he rubbed his calloused thumb in her mouth.
It was like kissing or being kissed, only deeper and darker. This small invasion of her mouth with even that part of his body shocked her.
An herbal scent lifted from his hand and fluttered in her nose, so faint, yet the delicate aroma made his skin taste like fresh grass under his slight masculine musk.
She closed her eyes and sucked on his thumb, exploring the heel of his palm with the tip of her tongue, dragging it in as he rubbed the pad of his fingertip in her mouth.
When he groaned, she opened her eyes and looked up at him from where he held his hand in her mouth.
His cheeks flushed with dark pink, and his eyes focused on the juncture where her lips met his skin.
Blaze pulled his thumb out of her mouth with a pop and pressed his wet thumb to her chin to force her jaw down.
Really far.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off her.
He asked, “When I come, do you want to swallow?”
Sitting on her knees with her mouth gaping open, Sarah nodded again.
Blaze reached inside his pants and pulled out his—
All the words Sarah had ever seen in the slashfics flipped through her head, one after another, but all seemed silly or gross when he pried that most intimate part of him from behind his trousers and guided the enormity into her mouth. It filled her from her tongue to the roof of her mouth, and her jaw joint ached from spreading so wide to take him in.
She rolled her lips over him, the softness of his skin over the impossible hardness, steeliness, of his shaft, and the head of him rubbed her tongue. Blaze’s hand in her hair behind her neck rocked her head forward in rhythm with him pushing in. The same garden freshness that had scented his hand and the shower infiltrated her nose again, along with a darker muskiness from his body.
When she looked up, Blaze had tilted his head to the side, watching himself penetrating her mouth and pulling out. He growled, “That’s it. Take it like a good girl.”
Sarah might not have done that before, but she had read about it in those naughty online fiction posts.
Maybe she knew what to do.
She leaned forward, taking in more of him until the bulbous tip hit the back of her throat.
His fist in her hair tightened, pulling, and a sharp hitch in his breath told her she was on the right track.
She did everything she could think of to him, sucking on him and licking the veined underside, her cheeks collapsing from the suction.
