Page 144 of Never After Us
Testing her.
And she’s absolutely begging with her eyes now.
I watch her as I push them down, letting my cock spring free—hard, thick, veined, already aching for her.
She lets out a soft, involuntary sound.Her eyes lock on my length, lips parting.Then, slowly, she drags her tongue over her bottom lip like she’s starving.
“Fuck,” I breathe.“You’re killing me with those dreamy eyes.”
She doesn’t answer.She sits up slowly, eyes locked on my cock, and then starts crawling toward me—hungry, focused, like she already knows exactly what she wants and how she’s going to take it.
Her fingers wrap around the base, warm and sure, and I hiss through my teeth.“Fuck, baby ...”
She lifts her eyes to meet mine, a smirk curling on her lips—and then she leans in, tongue flicking the head, tasting the bead of precum that’s gathered there.
My hips jerk forward involuntarily.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers, like she’s in awe of it.
“Yeah?”I rasp, voice rough and low.“That’s what you do to me.”
She licks again, this time slower—flattening her tongue along the underside, tracing the thick vein from base to tip like she’s worshiping it.My hands fist in the sheets at my sides as she opens her mouth and finally takes me in, hot and wet and perfect.
“Fucking hell ...”I groan, head falling back.“You have no idea what that mouth does to me.”
She hums around me, taking more of me into her mouth, tongue swirling as she sucks, cheeks hollowing with a rhythm that has my knees buckling.Her hands slide lower, palms warm as they cradle my balls, gently massaging them while her mouth works my cock like she was made for this.Like she was made for me.
“Fuck—” I groan, deep and wrecked, trying to keep my hips from thrusting forward.“You’re gonna make me come, baby ...”
I glance down and nearly lose it right there.Her eyes—wide, wet, locked on mine—lips stretched around my cock like I’m the only thing she’s ever wanted.That look?That mouth?That desperate heat between us?
It unravels something I didn’t know I was holding together.
And fuck me, she can have it all.
But not yet.
I pull back gently, cupping her face, guiding her off with a grunt that sounds too much like begging.
“Need to be inside you,” I rasp.“Now.”
I reach for my wallet inside my pants, fingers fumbling because everything in me is too strung out.My blood’s pounding in my ears, all of it rushing straight to where I’m thick, hard, and throbbing for her.
I tear the foil, roll the condom down over my length with a tight hiss.She watches, still panting, her legs falling open like an invitation I’ve been waiting my whole damn life to accept.
I move between them, bracing one hand on the bed, the other gripping my cock as I guide myself to her entrance.
She’s soaked—so fucking ready—and I press in slow, thick inch by inch, sinking into her heat with a groan that tears through my chest.
And it’s instant.
Fuck.
I feel it everywhere.
This isn’t just good—it’s right.
It’s her.
