Page 111 of A Story of Love

Lorelei’s gaze jumped to Fast’s face at his shocking request.

His lips were slack, and his pale eyes glittered beneath lowered lids while his hand languidly stroked, the erotic gesture causing muscles from his forearms to his chest to ripple and flex.

“Have you done it before, Lorelei? Sucked a man’s cock?”

Her sex—already throbbing with arousal—tightened at his crude question, and the erotic contraction sent ripples of pleasure through her body.

“Yes, I’ve done it.” Her eyes lowered to his cock, an oddly appropriate name for the organ thrusting almost proudly into Lord Severn’s fist. “I—I wasn’t any good.” That was an understatement. She could still hear Dorian’s rough curses when she’d accidently grazed him with her teeth.

He stilled his erotic stroking and cupped her face with his other hand, his thumb lightly rubbing her lower lip, his nostrils flaring. “I find that difficult to believe. Do you want me to teach you how to pleasure me?” His lips pulled up slightly on one side. “How to make me beg?”

Her mouth, which had been watering from the moment she’d begun to undress him, experienced a flood of almost Biblical proportions. “Yes,” she murmured, recalling all too clearly the way he had made her beg the last time they had been together.

“Taste me, Lorelei,” he murmured, resuming his stroking, the action causing more moisture to bead at the tip.

Lori leaned forward lightly touched her tongue to the tip.

His big body tensed, and he groaned in a way that shot straight to her womb. He was salty, slick, and musky, but it was not unpleasant.

And the reaction from him was enough to mask her uncertainty. Looking up at him, she found his eyes riveted to her.

Emboldened by the naked hunger in his gaze, she leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue up the thick shaft to the fat mushroom shaped head.

His nostrils flared and his breathing suddenly became ragged.

“Tell me what to do,” she said.

“You’re doing just fine on your own,” he assured her tightly.

“But I want to make you climax.”

He smiled and she couldn’t help noticing how strained the expression was. “You will.” When she hesitated, he asked, “Did anything I do to you feel bad?”

“No,” she quickly said.

“It will be the same for me. Trust me, darling—I wouldn’t lie.”

Lori felt as if a world of expectations slid away as she turned her attention back to his fascinating appendage.

Which is when she noticed what was beneath them.

Testicles. She knew the word, but had no idea they would look so… fragile. The tight pouch was lightly furred, like his chest. His free hand rested beneath them, and his thumb lightly stroked, the gesture so natural she suspected he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

Testicles were too much for her brain to sort out just then, so she shifted her attention back to the slick head.

He shivered as she licked and kissed and explored. Emboldened by her success, she stretched her jaws to see how much she could take inside her mouth. When her teeth grazed him, his body stiffened.

“I’m sorry!” she gasped.

“It didn’t hurt,” he assured her. “I was just startled. Don’t stop. Please.””

Using more care, she tried again but was still unable to take any more than the fat crown inside. But it appeared to be enough based on the almost agonized groan that tore out of him.

“Yes, Lorelei, that’s so good.” His hand came to rest on the back of her head and he carded his fingers through her hair. He smiled down at her, his eyes heavy and his expression one of sheer masculine pleasure. “Use your upper lip on top and your tongue to shield me from your bottom teeth,” he urged, lifting his hips slightly and sliding deeper and deeper, until she felt like she would choke. Just as she began to gag, he pulled out and she could breathe. “Yes, just like that,” he murmured, his fingers lightly caressing her scalp, his eyes fixed on her mouth. “You should see how beautiful you look with those plush lips wrapped around me.”

She blushed at his words and preened at the hunger in his voice.

“Wrap your hand around me to control how much you take, Lorelei.” He nodded approvingly when she gripped the base of his root. “Stroke a little. Ungh. Christ! Perfect.” One of his hands drifted to his belly and then up to his chest.