Sweet Surrender (Sweet #1)(67)

Her stomach tightened, her pu**y clenched and her ni**les formed achingly hard points. She had to open her mouth and force herself to breathe.

“Any more questions?” he asked calmly.

She shook her head and tried to stop her legs from trembling.

The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile of pure male appreciation. A predatory gleam shone in his eyes as his gazed raked over her body.

“Good. Now, yesterday was all about you. Today? All about me.”

CHAPTER 31

Faith swallowed, then swallowed again. She’d never wanted another man as much as she wanted Gray. Ever. She wanted his touch. His mouth. His cock. Every inch of him.

Her food was long forgotten. Not that she would have tasted it anyway.

“Are you finished?” he asked.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

He got up and gathered the plates. “Go on in the living room and have a seat on the couch. I’ll be in as soon as I get the dishes picked up.”

She rose unsteadily and all but fled the room. She needed as much time as possible to regroup before he finished. When she got to the couch, she sank down onto the soft leather and covered as much of herself as she could by hunching forward.

If she was braver, she’d spread out in a provocative pose, play the seductress. But the truth was, she was nervous as hell.

She heard the bang of dishes, then all went quiet. Anticipation licked up her spine. She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway watching her.

She curled her fingers until her nails dug into her palms as he started toward her. He stopped a mere foot away, his thumbs hooked into the pockets of his jeans.

He radiated power. A sensual heat that made her nerves tighten in anticipation. With slow, methodical movements, he reached for his fly and undid the button. She watched, mesmerized, as he lowered the zipper.

He reached into his pants with his right hand and pulled out his cock. Her eyes widened in appreciation. Before, in the dark hallway of The House, she’d only been able to feel and taste. Now she could see the thick, ruddy member jutting outward from a nest of light brown hair.

His hand gripped the base, and the broad head was directed at her mouth. She licked her lips. His breath escaped in a hiss. “You have the sexiest mouth,” he said.

He reached for her with his other hand and curled it around the back of her neck. Then he pulled her forward as he positioned his c**k at her mouth. “Open for me,” he rasped.

She parted her lips, and he slid inside. She closed her eyes as she processed the bombardment of sensations. He was thick in her mouth, soft on her tongue and rigid across her lips.

He thrust deep, stealing her breath. He moved his hand from his c**k and threaded it through her hair until it met his other at the base of her skull. He held her in place as he thrust deeper.

The head brushed the back of her throat, and she inhaled deeply through her nostrils. “Swallow,” he commanded. “Swallow with the thrust and relax your jaw. Take it deep.”

She did as he directed, and on his next thrust, he strained forward, sliding deeper with her swallow. He held himself deep. His fingers curled into her scalp.

Finally, he withdrew and then he released her head. He gripped his c**k again as it hovered close to her lips.

“Lick it,” he said hoarsely.

She ran her tongue around the satiny crown and lapped at the small opening at the tip. He groaned, and she smiled in satisfaction.

“Happy with yourself, are you?”

She responded by circling the head with her tongue, pausing to pay special attention to the seam exposed when she shoved at the foreskin.

“Suck it,” he growled.

She parted her lips and coaxed the tip into her mouth. She sucked lightly as he held still in front of her.

“Now take it deep.”

She opened her mouth wider and sucked him inside.

“F-fuuuck,” he gasped out.

He put his hand on top of her head and grasped his c**k with the other.

“Hold still,” he said hoarsely.

He began jerking at his c**k with rapid back-and-forth motions. She closed her eyes and relaxed, allowing him to take over. A light spurt hit the back of her mouth just as his movements became more frantic.

He pulled from her mouth, and a hot jet of cum splashed onto her br**sts. She opened her eyes to see his head thrown back, a look of pure agony on his face.

His hand jerked over his c**k as he directed the spray onto her chest. The creamy fluid slid over her br**sts and lower to her belly.

When he opened his eyes, they glittered with satisfaction. His gaze stroked up and down the same path his cum had landed on. He reached a finger out and trailed it up the underside of her breast to her nipple, where he collected a droplet that had tracked downward. Then he held his finger to her lips. He nudged her mouth open, smearing the cum on her lips and then over her tongue.

“Lick it clean,” he said huskily.

She tasted the light, musky essence and sucked at his finger until he eased it out again.

He stepped away. Her body ached and trembled. She wanted his touch. Needed the release. She was more aroused now than she had been last night when he gently fingered her to orgasm.

“I love the way you look,” he said. “Sexy as hell with my cum all over you.”

His eyes gleamed with male power, a man self-assured of his control. And if she was honest, the idea of him marking her gave her a delicious thrill. It sounded silly said aloud, which is why she allowed the thought to remain unspoken.