Because You Are Mine (Because You Are Mine #1)(58)
“I will teach you to use your hand with your mouth on another occasion. Today you will grow familiar with having me in your mouth,” he said. She went still when he stepped nearer and brushed her lips with the tip of his cock. She parted. “Stay still,” he ordered tautly. She remained immobile while he outlined her lips, the fleshy tip of his cock feeling smooth and warm against the quivering flesh. His scent entered her flared nostrils . . . musk and man. Her vagina clenched tight and she moaned softly. The stalk grew firmer and the head felt tauter against her lips. Unable to stop herself, she touched the tip of her tongue to the succulent flesh.
“Francesca,” he warned, pausing in his circling motions.
She looked up at him anxiously. He frowned.
“I forgot the damn blindfold again,” she thought she heard him mumble under his breath. “Spread your lips wide.”
She opened as far as she could. He inserted the tip of his cock into her mouth. “Use your lips to cover your teeth,” she heard him say through the bang of her heartbeat against her eardrums. “Make them into a stiff ridge. The harder you can squeeze, the greater pleasure you will give me.” She clamped him as hard as she could when she heard that. He grunted. “Good. Now bathe the head with your tongue,” he said from above her.
She eagerly did what he said, becoming even more excited as she watched him move his hand up and down the shaft. Was there anything more erotic in the world than seeing Ian touch himself?
“That’s right. Learn my shape. Press hard.” She followed his instructions eagerly. “Yes. There,” he said, his voice sounding a little rough when she charted the thick rim beneath the head and pushed against the tiny slit. She was rewarded with a few drops of pre-ejaculate. His taste spread on her tongue, unique . . . addictive. She pressed more forcefully. He growled softly and pushed another inch of his cock into her mouth. He opened his hand at the back of her head, holding her steady. He retracted and flexed his hips, sawing his cock just an inch or two back and forth, again and again.
“Now suck,” he said tautly.
She squeezed him with her rigid lips and applied a firm suction.
“Ah, yeah. That’s a good little student,” he said raggedly from above her as he continued to thrust between her lips.
The vibrator was killing her. She couldn’t escape from the persistent buzz on her sizzling clit. Like yesterday, she felt her nipples and the soles of her feet begin to burn as well. Her lips, too, felt overly sensitive, stretched as they were around the thick stalk of Ian’s cock. They were starting to hurt from maintaining a constant viselike pressure around his thrusting penis. Still, she wanted more. She needed it.
She ducked her head forward, feeling him slide along her tongue, filling her mouth. He grunted and clutched at the hair on the back of her head, halting her.
“If you are impulsive like that again, we’ll stop.”
She blinked open her eyelids, his sharp tone penetrating her dazed excitement. His cock throbbed in her mouth. The vibrator was about to bring her off. It was a ruthless little thing. She couldn’t seem to help her reaction.
She looked up at him helplessly, unable to speak with his now-raging erection lodged in her mouth. His face darkened when he saw her expression.
“Francesca?”
She began to shudder in orgasm, her breath popping out of her lungs in little gasps that were stifled by his cock. She saw his eyes widen in disbelief before she clamped her eyelids shut, shame flooding her at her inability to control her monumental need.
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Ian stared down at her, not understanding her desperate expression until she began to tremble in obvious orgasm. He’d never been in a woman’s mouth before while she came. He’d never considered a woman’s pleasure before while he’d been taking his own.
More fool him.
He groaned uncontrollably at the sensation of her sweet, hot mouth quivering around his cock. Unable to stop himself, he furrowed his fingers through her smooth hair and slid farther into the heaven of her. She made a squealing sound deep in her throat, the sound vibrating into his cock along with her delicate shudders of orgasm. He slid out a few inches to give her some relief. She almost pulled his trigger when she continued to pull on him with an eye-crossing suction and slapped her tongue repeatedly against the head.
He opened his mouth to rebuke her but stopped himself at the last moment, thrusting into her mouth again. What sort of an idiot corrected something so f*cking good? He let her control the movements for a moment, watching her in intense arousal as she ducked her head, sliding his cock back and forth between her pink lips energetically.
“That’s right,” he murmured. “Just take as much as you can.” A thrill went through him. Her obvious enthusiasm went a long way to making up for her inexperience. And she was strong. She gripped him like a vise. Her suction was exquisite, but still he challenged her.
“Suck harder,” he said, beginning to thrust his hips in rhythm with her bobbing head. He growled, low and feral, when she surpassed his expectations. He watched as her flagrantly pink cheeks hollowed out, and he felt them touch the sides of his thrusting cock.
It was too much. He pulled back gently on her hair. Her eyelids opened sluggishly, and she looked up at him, the vision of her spread, cock-ravaged lips and dark eyes shining with arousal scoring his consciousness.
“You must take me deeper,” he said gently. “Breathe through your nose. If it feels uncomfortable for a moment, know that I won’t let it continue for long. Do you understand?”