Page 99 of Bastard

He blinks. I’ve surprised him.

He moves off the bed to his duffel bag, then returns with a roll of condoms.

I raise an eyebrow.

“I’m suddenly inspired to do a better job of it.” He stands there, stroking himself and watching me. “Those fucking breasts are going to be the death of me,” he murmurs, his hands and words achieving the desired effect, his gorgeous cock hardening for me. Precum drips from his tip and I lick my lips.

“Suck me,” he commands.

I crawl forward and, with eyes raised to his, take him in my mouth. He stills, not forcing it. I grab his ass and relax my throat, then pull him in deeper. Then, and only then, do I suck.

He hisses, his cock swelling impossibly thicker.

“Enough.”

I laugh. “I was just getting started.”

Withdrawing, he hands me the condom. “Put it on me.”

I come onto my knees and take the foil from him, opening it carefully, with no teeth or Hollywood flair. Clasping him, I gently fix the teal blue rubber over his tip while wrapping my free hand around him to give him a few, firm strokes. My lips curl, remembering my conversation with Donovan about needing extra-large condoms. Magnum-size might not do for this beautiful man.

“Do I amuse you?” he growls. Before I can respond, he tumbles me onto my back, parts my thighs with his knee and tugs me forward by the hips, and with slow, deliberate movements, begins to sink into me.

A grunt escapes me.

“That’s a good girl. Open up for me. Take my cock.”

He always makes me feel so full. Like he belongs there, like he’s a part of me.

With a slight thrust forward, he sinks into me. He makes a noise deep in his throat, then pushes deeper.

Sweet Dios. Sweet, blessed Dios.

He drives home again, this time with enough force to shift me backward onto the mattress. “These motherfucking breasts.” He crawls over me and sucks in a nipple between his lips.

I smother a grin, loving his obsession with them.

He suckles me and fucks me, sliding in and out, in and out. After a while, he lifts his head to look at me. “Now let’s see how fucking greedy this pussy can be.”

His eyes darken with his words.

“Hold on.”

With his full weight, he presses me down into the mattress, flexing his hips as he moves and fills me so completely, I see stars.

“More,” I groan. “This greedy pussy wants more.”

He lifts then sinks back into me then does it again. And again. And again.

“That’s it. Soak my cock with your juices.”

I moan as a wave of pleasure ripples through me. I arch my hips and accept a few inches more.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

I’m reminded of the first time we made love. How careful he was. How he took care of an innocent like me. Even then, his actions reflected the truth.

He loves me.