Page 132 of Handsome Devil
“What are you doing?” Finally, he managed to choke out actual words.
“I’m taking care of you.”
“But—”
I laved my tongue seductively over his slit, tasting him.Delicious.Tom Hardy’s pre-come in my mouth was fucking delicious.
“Devi—”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want me to.”
“I just—”
I sucked his fat cockhead into my mouth. I needed him to stop talking. He didn’t sound like Tom Hardy. Actually, I had no idea what Tom Hardy sounded like. I didn’t even seeMad Max. I tried to remember if I’d actually seen him in any movie, but my mind drew a blank.
Hot, swollen dick in my mouth.
That was all I could think about.
And the man it was attached to… who was softly swearing under his breath.
A man I both hated and desired. Yes, I wanted him. At least, I wanted his dick in my mouth and I wanted him falling apart because I made him fall apart.
I wanted to win this one, and I wanted it bad.
“I just thought…” He tried again, weakly. “I thought we could… talk…”
I squeezed my hand and his dick flexed in my chokehold, hard and eager. I drifted my tongue over and around his head. I sucked him deeper into my mouth. I needed to suck this orgasm right out of him. I needed it to be unstoppable.
I needed it to be utterly unforgettable.
“I want to touch you,” he whispered, his voice sounding rough, parched.
I peered up at him, running my tongue over the rim of his cockhead. “I don’t want you to.”
That was the deal, right?
If I don’t want you to touch me, you don’t touch me.
“But—”
I closed my eyes and sucked him into my mouth again.Tom Hardy. Desert. Those weird post-apocalyptic outfits. He’d stopped to find water or something, and found me on my knees instead…
“Oh, fuck—”
“Mmmm.”
“Devi… what…?”
I tried to drown out his confused protests with the loud sucking and licking noises, and hummingmmmmmms until he shut up.
“What’s happening…?” he demanded in a daze, like the closer he got to orgasm the more terrifying this was. And the more real it got. “Why are you… being nice… to me?”
“I’m not,” I said, and flickered my tongue over his head again.
Then I met his eyes and held his gaze as I swallowed him, deep.
He growled in the back of his throat, those pale-green eyes gazing down at me.
