a beat. He tugs the zipper down, and I whimper.
“I’ve… I’ve been dreaming about this,” I gasp. “I’ve wanted to see… you know.”
I blush.
“What do you want to see, little rose?” he growls.
“Your… you know,” I stammer, blushing deeply.
“Tell me.”
“Your cock,” I whisper, shivering in heat.
Hush groans, and he rolls onto his back with me against his side, draped over his chest. I look down, my eyes widen as he pulls the zipper the rest of the way and opens his jeans up. His hips raise, and he starts to shove them down. I see the base first, and my eyes go wide.
Oh fuck.
It’s thicker than my wrist, and hard, surrounded by dark hair that teases up in a little trail to his navel over his grooved abs. He pushes the jeans lower, revealing the grooves of his hips, and more tattoo ink. And then, more of that cock.
And then more.
And more.
And more.
My jaw drops, because he’s still pushing his jeans down, and there’s just more of it. The jeans are almost halfway down his thighs, and still, that cock isn’t out yet. He’s so thick, and muscled, with this sexy as hell vein throbbing down the length of him. And then suddenly, he shoves the jeans lower, and the full weight of him springs free.
My breath catches, my eyes go wide, and I swear, my pussy gets wetter just seeing it. Hush is a huge man, even still, when he pushes those jeans down, nothing could have ever prepared me for seeing what I see.
He’s not just big, or huge. He’s freaking enormous.
His cock throbs and pulses in the air, sticking rock-hard up from his lower abs. Thick, so fucking long, and just so gorgeous. I’d never have imagined that a cock could look beautiful, but here it is, right in front of me.
I bite my lip, my eyes locked on him.
“Can I…” I whisper.
“You can do whatever you want, beautiful,” he grunts deeply. His hand slides around me, down over my spine until his big hand is cupping my ass as I curl against him. He brushes my hair away, and when I look up into his eyes, somehow dragging mine from his cock, he kisses me slowly.
I moan, and my hand begins to slide down his chest, and his abs, and then lower. Hush grunts into my mouth, and I whimper as my fingertips follow that happy trail of hair lower and lower, until I feel the base of him. I tremble, hesitating for one second as I kiss him. But then, I go for it. My fingers circle him, but they don’t even touch—not even close. I tighten my grip a little, furtively, my own pulse racing.
“Too tight?” I whisper.
“No,” he groans. “No, angel.”
I pant, my pulse racing as I slowly slide my hand up, and I gasp. It’s like hot velvet over pure steel. I feel him pulse and jump in my hand, and I moan.
“I—I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I say quietly.
“I disagree,” Hush groans. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses in pleasure.
Emboldened, I kiss him harder, and I stroke again. My hand slides higher and higher, and my pulse skips as it just keeps going until I get to his swollen head. My palm brushes over his crown, and I moan as I feel the drop of something sticky and wet on my hand. I slide it back down, and that slickness makes me slide down him. Hush growls, and his hand cups my ass tighter. He pushes his fingers lower, down between my legs, and I moan as his big fingers find my pussy from behind. I grip his cock a little tighter, and I start to stroke up and down. He grunts, and more of that sticky white liquid drip from the swollen head.
“Can I…” I turn to him, blushing wildly. “I want to taste you,” I gasp.
His only reply is to crush his lips to mine, and I moan deeply before I pull away. I kiss his chest, and then move down to his torso, my mouth moving over his enormous body. I kiss every muscle, every ab—my pulse racing as I tease my lips over his hip. His hand stays between my legs, stroking my pussy as I moan and stroke his freaking huge cock.
I lean forward, I wet my lips and I look up at him. And then, wetting my lips with my tongue again, I lean down and kiss that big swollen crown.
Oh God yes.
Hush moans, throwing