Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,16

having none of my slow moves. He grips my hair tighter and thrusts his hips forward an inch, pushing his shaft deeper into my throat. I tighten my fists around the base of his cock and relax my jaw, savoring the soft, velvet feel of his cock gliding across my tongue, and the hardness of his shaft under that soft skin. At the same time, I dig my tongue up against the underside of him, and smile to myself when I hear him moan, and feel his cock shudder between my lips.

“Deeper, Ashley. Suck my cock like you’re hungry for it.”

He pushes against me, his cock pressing farther back into my mouth than I’d ever let any of my previous boyfriends go. For a moment, I struggle to open my mouth wider, to keep my eyes from watering. But then I feel his hands loosen in my hair, go almost gentle, as he whispers, “Relax.”

So I do. I let my body go; let him take control. And he does. He thrusts into my mouth until the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, and I moan against him, automatic. My voice vibrates around him, makes him gasp and draw back, then thrust between my lips again, his tip pressing down my throat a little. I struggle to catch my breath, and he runs his hands through my hair again.

“That’s it. Take it all in that sexy mouth of yours. Take my whole fucking cock, Ashley.”

He draws back for just long enough to let me catch my breath, and this time when he presses forward again, his tip slides down my throat, and my lips touch the base of his cock, my eyes widening.

I didn’t know I could do this. I didn’t know I could take a cock as big as his. Part of me, a bigger part than I care to admit, thrills with pride at the thought. I used to not be sure about blowjobs—usually it felt like a chore. But with Damon it’s hot as hell—like a contest. A game. And I’m winning it.

“Fuck, Ash, you are such a dirty little girl,” Damon murmurs, and I love that sound. The sound of him losing control to me.

He draws back, and I reach around to grip his ass with both of my hands as we find our rhythm—me rocking back and forth on my knees, keeping my lips clamped tight around his thick shaft, and him thrusting against me, his hips colliding with my face with each thrust, his cock spearing deep into my throat every time. It takes effort to keep my mouth open wide, my jaw relaxed, but it’s worth it for every peek I steal up at his face, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, his mouth open in distraction, and his chiseled body hard with anticipation in between thrusts.

“I’m going to come in your throat, Ashley. I’m going to make you swallow my cum, every last drop.”

I moan around him in agreement, and that makes his cock jump inside my mouth, the flat plane of his abs tensing as he starts to near his edge. I dig my tongue up against his underside and keep moving my lips around him, making him grit his teeth and groan through them.

“Fuck,” he hisses one last time, and with a sharp inhale, he starts to come. “That’s it, take it, swallow it all,” he gasps, and I suck his cock hard, milking every last drop.

He tastes the same way he smells—animalistic, all salt and a heady, hot scent that makes me go weak at the knees. I can’t get enough of the taste, and even after he stops coming, I keep licking his cock, cleaning every drop of cum from him, until finally he reaches down and tilts my chin up so I pause long enough to meet his eyes.

“You are dangerously fucking good at that, do you know that?” he asks, a dark chuckle underlying his tone.

I can’t help it. I grin up at him, pleased. “Do you want me to try again?” I ask, leaning forward to flick my tongue across the tip of his cock. To my surprise, he’s already starting to get hard again, or at least not softening all the way. Those dark eyes of his are still locked on mine, boring into me, and I wonder if it’s the sight of me kneeling at his feet that has him hardening once more already.

Before I can ask, Damon reaches down with