Page 23 of A Curse So Vile

His cock bobbed between them with nowhere to hide. Women either loved it or hated it. The ones who loved it were usually the sexually adventurous type who knew exactly what they wanted and how to handle a man. The others were inexperienced. They’d get excited when he revealed himself, often never seeing a member so large. He’d do his best to ready them, but some were overeager, rushing him, and what they thought would be lustful and passionate ended up miserable and painful. Then he’d go about making it up to them.

Brenna, although small of frame, seemed fairly confident in her sexuality. He had no doubt she’d had other men. Probably several. She’d know what she could handle.

“You like to be told what to do, don’t you?” she said matter-of-factly.

“Pardon?”

“You’re straddling me, looking down as I fondle myself, but are doing nothing. Most men would have tried to fuck me by now.”

“Is that what you want?”

“See! You’re trying to get me to tell you what to do.”

“I’m being respectful.”

“It’s those fancy ladies, isn’t it? They’d tell you where to lick, what to suck, how to fuck.”

He didn’t like the tone she was taking with him. It made him feel weak.

“It’s okay if that’s what you like.”

“I’ll have you know that’s not what I like at all. I was merely being respectful and honoring our agreement.”

“Honoring to serve me?” She grinned up at him, her eyes dark, lit with mischief.

“Yes, it seems you do not need a reminder of that.”

“Fear not, dutiful Cole. Your hands may roam freely wherever they choose. I don’t need you to serve me sexually, for I can very well serve myself,” she said as he felt her pelvis gyrate ever so gently against him.

He let out a terse breath, unsure of what to do next, because as experienced as he might be, nothing he’s fucked or fought had ever prepared him forher.

A little moan escaped her lips, turning Cole’s brain to jelly. She’d given him free rein to touch her, but the whole situation was maddening, so instead of acting on instinct and letting his training take over, all he could do was gawk.

“Do you not know what to do with me?” Her tone suggested she was amused.

He scowled, misliking the insinuation. “Perhaps I’m building anticipation.”

She chuckled. “Yours or mine? I’m building my anticipation. You’re just hovering, staring.”

He cupped her breast, kneading the soft flesh as her body tensed, pushing upward into his palm. Oh, how he loved an eager woman.

“Don’t blame me for wanting to savor you,” he said, bending to take a swollen nipple into his mouth. The water lapped at his face as he worked his tongue against her sensitive flesh. She was oh so responsive to his touch, making him wonder what it would be like when he finally got to her cunt.

He could hardly wait.

She arched her back, pushing her small tits against his face. She craved his attention, which he’d gladly bestow. He was ardent in his devotion to her pleasure.

“Maybe I was a little wrong about you,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“How so?”

“Usually men with big cocks suck at everything else.”

“Yes, I know my cock is magnificent, but more importantly, are you saying I’m good?”

“No, just that you’re not completely terrible.”

He chuckled, dipping my head to lap at her breasts, nibbling at the underside before teasing her taut nipples again.