Wild Open Hearts (Bluewater Billionaires) - Kathryn Nolan Page 0,81

need that threatened to consume me. The second my lips caressed the tip of his cock we both groaned. His fingers gripped my hair, and I slid all the way down, enjoying the stretch, his taste, and my immediate arousal. Sex, for me, was always fun and hot. Being raised in Coconut Grove meant I had no shame when it came to bodies, pleasure, sexuality. I fucked around and hooked up and had fun with lots of men— in summary, I’d given a lot of blow jobs.

This was the blow job to end all blow jobs. Like our kiss on the bike had been for me, I wanted this experience for him to be everything. I wanted to reward his bravery, his heart, his giving nature. I wanted to reward his tongue’s masterful work.

I wanted Beck as mindlessly out of control as I’d been. My lips hit the base of his cock and then I slowly, slowly dragged my mouth all the way up. Let go with a pop.

“For the love of fuck,” he grunted. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I squirmed at that, bit my lip. Gave him my teasing eyes. “Maybe I will.”

His fingers tightened in my hair. Twisted. Trapped my face an inch from his dick. I was so hungry for it my tongue flew out, desperate for another taste. “Do you want it or not, sweetheart?”

“Yes, more, yes,” I begged, hands flying forward. I gripped him with two hands, lowered my mouth and sucked his cock with enthusiasm. The utterly gratified sound he made was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. It rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest, and it was because of me. Beck gripped my hair as I sucked his cock, my legs shaking, body on fucking fire. His groans were perfect, the way he gasped my name, his begging, his pleading, the rough way he handled my head. I wanted it, wanted more, and when his palm slipped beneath my shirt to squeeze my breasts, I lost my mind. Was sucking him fast, bobbing my head, letting him work my nipples as I moaned around his hard flesh.

He yanked on my hair, stopping me.

I was panting, out of breath. “What… what’s wrong?”

“Tell me you’re close again.”

In response, I tried to squeeze my legs together. Needy. Nodded.

Beck was moving in a flash, dropping from the chair and laying his big body on the floor. I was picked up and deposited neatly over his mouth. His tongue slid through my pussy and my head fell back at the divine contact. I put my hands on his broad chest and rolled my hips, fucking Beck’s mouth, enjoying this luxurious exploration. In front of me, he was fisting his cock and I watched it like live porn—Beck’s head beneath my skirts, tongue in my cunt while he fucked his own fist.

“So hot,” I moaned. “Beck, is this… is this how you touch yourself?”

His voice was muffled by my skirts but clear enough for me to hear: “I touch myself and I think about you.”

“I like it,” I whispered. “Very much.”

His fist was moving faster now—tongue working in unison.

But I needed my lips on him.

I batted his hand away and lowered my mouth to his cock, sucking him deep as he worked his tongue on my clit. When was the last time I’d done this—when was the last time sex had been this fraught? His groans against my sex only made what he was doing hotter, better. The deeper I sucked his cock, the hotter I got, and the hotter I got, the faster his tongue flew. His palms were gripping my asscheeks, spreading them apart as he devoured me. I was fisting him fast, taking as much as I could—seconds away from climax. I started to scream, started to wail, started to rock my hips over his face. I was going to climax with his cock in my mouth and there was nothing I needed more.

His thumb slid through my folds and slipped inside. Euphoria rushed over me, a blinding ecstasy, and I cried out around his cock, coming hard and fast.

Beck did too.

Oh, and it was glorious. One long, beautiful groan that seemed to contain a lifetime of pleasure—a hot rush of salt—our orgasms in blissful unison. When we finally, finally, stopped moving, I collapsed off of Beck, onto my back. Wiped my mouth. Tried to catch my breath.

Uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh.

There I went again. Falling. He rolled over and placed his head on my stomach, breathing