Page 88 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
“Well, no, he liked receiving. He didn’t like giving it. He thought it was tedious.”
“You were married to a real selfish fuck, weren’t you?” I said, stroking her cheek.
She nodded. “I can’t argue with that.”
“Was that too much?”
Her lips turned up in the corners, and she shook her head. “No. It wasn’t enough. It was amazing. And I really want to return the favor.”
Her hand came down between us, and she stroked me over my jeans.
“You don’t need to return the favor. I fucking love making you feel good.”
“And I love making you feel good, and I’ve yet to get to do that.” She turned me so that my back was against the wall, and she dropped to her knees.
I nearly came at the sight of her down on her knees, looking up at me with those golden honey eyes as she licked her lips.
She reached for the button of my jeans, tugged the zipper down, and pushed the denim along with my briefs to the floor in one quick movement.
My dick sprang free, and to say that he was delighted about this turn of events would be an understatement.
I was rock hard, and her eyes widened as she took me in.
She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked a few times as I sucked in a breath.
And then she leaned forward as her lips wrapped around me.
Holy fucking shit.
Her mouth was wet and warm, and she took me deep, gliding her lips back and forth over my shaft.
Her tongue swirled around my dick at the same time, and the sensation was so overwhelming, I had to close my eyes to keep from coming immediately.
My fingers tangled in her hair as I tugged and pulled while she sucked me harder and deeper.
My tip hit the back of her throat, and she just continued bringing me right to the edge as I pumped into her, over and over.
“Fuck, baby. I’m going to come,” I grunted as I tugged at her hair in warning for her to pull back.
But she surprised me when she stayed right there, taking me even deeper.
I thrust once more before coming so hard that my vision blurred.
Again and again.
I unloaded into her mouth, and she stayed right there.
I stroked her hair as my movements slowed, and she pulled back, making a little popping sound as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
The move so sexy, my dick threatened to go hard again.
“Wow. That was—” I shrugged because there were no words. “Come here.”
I tugged her up on her feet and kissed her hard. My hand moved between us, stroking her with my fingers before I pulled back.
“You’re soaked. You liked that.”
“I like making you feel good,” she said, her voice just above a whisper.
