Page 47 of Wicked Takeover
Soft laughter rumbled in his chest.
Encouraged, she ran her tongue down his awesome length and flicked the area behind his crown.
He gasped quietly, heeding her warning, possibly afraid she’d stop.
Pleased at her power over him, Lauren tongued his right ball into her mouth. The short, wiry hairs rasped her tongue.
Dante’s breath puffed from him. “Holy damn fuck!”
Drums beat; trumpets blared. Someone laughed loudly in the hall. The phone jangled. A plane rumbled overhead. Thankfully, those other noises drowned out his passionate response.
His knees buckled. Huffing, he fought to keep upright.
Finished with loving his right ball, Lauren eased his left into her mouth. She tongued the wrinkly skin, adoring its faint salty taste.
He gripped the counter and squirmed, his grunts and groans subdued. Good thing. A knock from Jasmina would interrupt his pleasure.
Determined to give him as much enjoyment as she could, Lauren drew her thumb over the small opening in his crown, wet with pre-cum. She ran the silky liquid to the bumpy skin in back.
Dante growled and pushed to his toes.
Lauren straightened so his testicle wouldn’t pull from her mouth. She gave him one last lick and released him.
He sank back down and sucked in air.
She eased his shaft between her lips, opened her throat, and worked him until she’d contained his full length. Her nose touched his hairy groin.
He spoke a mixture of Spanish and English. None of it made sense. His body language was another matter entirely.
Lauren knew she was killing him, in a good way. Delighted, she slid his hard rod in and out of her mouth and lapped him with her tongue, an added treat her sheath couldn’t provide.
He made a strangled noise and cradled her head, keeping her at the task.
There wasn’t another place she’d rather be.
Dante stiffened. His breathing grew rough.
She suspected he didn’t want to come yet.
What a shame they didn’t have the full day. Obsessed with driving him wild, she sucked slow and then fast. When she reached his crown, she added a twist, cupped his balls, and explored the furrow between his cheeks. Upon reaching his anus, she stroked it.
He went stiff as stone. His cock thickened between her lips. His nuts plumped even more. He stopped breathing and shuddered.
His creamy cum spurted into her mouth. Thick. Salty. Delicious. Lovingly, she drank it down and fondled his sac.
A muffled groan tore from him. “Too much. I can’t stand it.” He eased her hand from his boys. “Sorry.”
“About this being too much?”
He panted and gestured aimlessly. “Coming.”
“You were supposed to.”
“Not in your mouth.”
“I’m glad you did.”
He looked surprised. Grateful and humbled, too.
