Page 78 of Blizzards and Brews

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Page 78 of Blizzards and Brews

However, he was right, things had changed.

Dustin’s breath hitched as I snagged his hands, pressing them to his sides as I shifted off of his lap and onto my knees before him. A soft groan escaped him as if he didn’t even know he was making it, his eyes never leaving me.

I bit my lip, something I knew drove him crazy, as I started to unbutton his jeans. He barely breathed as I pulled his pants and boxers down so his cock was standing proudly in front of me.

For Hollow’s sake he was perfect. How had I let myself pull away?

Looking at him under my lashes I leaned forward and licked him from root to tip. The sounds he made were low and gravelly, sending a wave of need through me.

I wrapped my lips around him in response, hungry for him now. His hands didn’t leave his sides as I swallowed him down. I could see his fingers twitching, as if he could barely restrain himself from touching me, and I had to fight off my laughter.

Dustin and I were always like this, a constant push and pull, equals, teasing each other as much as we built each other up.

He’d take the power right back soon, but for now, I was going to take full advantage.

As the music filled the room, I bobbed my head over him, my hips shifting as the beat filled us. I was melting for this man, soft whimpers escaping each time he hit the back of my throat.

It might be sore later but I didn’t regret it, even as a few tears slid down my cheeks.

My gaze flickered to Dustin and my movements stalled. His eyes were bright and dazed, the dopey smile on his face made it seem like I was precious and perfect.

To him, I was.

It was humbling and terrifying, that kind of power, but I knew in that moment that I’d do everything in my power to make him happy.

All of them.

It was freeing not to hold back or hide my feelings. I admitted my secrets to him, told him I was lonely, but that pain was only now starting to ebb away. It had burrowed so deep in my soul that I thought I’d never shake it.

Yet one afternoon with this gorgeous beta and I smiled more than I had in years.

“Enough,” he growled, gently but firmly pulling me off of him. My eyes narrowed and he smirked, easily picking me up and positioning me for him.

I was facing the back of the couch, resting on my knees, and he was standing. He let out a low hum of approval as he started to peel my clothes away, piece by piece.

“Don’t move, Lindsay. I said some things have changed, but I know this body. Let’s see if my old tricks work the same.”

I swallowed hard.

Did he mean…?

My answer came a few moments later when he slid between my parted legs, forcing me to sit on his face. He was reclining on the floor, his head on the couch cushion as he lifted me up enough so he could fit, then shoved me on his face with no hesitation.

Holy shit. I thought I’d dreamed this. It was the dirtiest thing I’d ever done and I didn’t expect it for our first time, but he never was one to hold back or let me second guess.

This time was the same.

He grabbed my hips and positioned me how he wanted as he feasted on my pussy. I was tense and hesitant at first, afraid of hurting him.

I was older now, and had more pounds on these hips than before.

“Stop that,” he growled, lifting me enough so he could speak. “I’m going to do the thing with my tongue, you’re going to suffocate me in sweet bliss, and then I’m going to fuck you. No thinking.”

Then he made sure I couldn’t.

He speared his tongue into my core as his nose rubbed against my clit. His lip ring was cold metal against my heated flesh, heightening the sensation.

My entire body shuddered as I rocked my hips, his hands exaggerating the movements so I was shuddering in seconds, the orgasm slamming through me far too fast and far too intense.




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