Page 116 of Brutal Vows

I flip onto my back and pull her along with me. She settles on my chest with a sigh of satisfaction and runs her toes along the insides of my calves. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her hair and close my eyes.

I don’t realize I’m smiling until she reaches up and touches my lips.

She says, “You really are incredibly handsome, Quinn. I’ve never seen a man with a jawline like this. Even with the beard, it could cut steel.”

My voice thick with emotion, I say, “Now you’re spoiling me.”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“Aye, evil witch. I fucking like it. Which you know. Stop patting yourself on the back about it and keep going.”

“Okay. Hmm… what if I told you that when I first saw you, my heart skipped a beat?”

“My dick would get hard, that’s what.”

“It already is.”

She’s not lying. All this praise she’s heaping on me has my balls tight and my cock jacked. It wants to get sunk into her sweet, slick heat again.

Reaching between us, she wraps her hand around my erection. “Would you show me how to kiss it so it feels good for you?”

My eyes snap open. My heart takes off like a rocket.

“Because I don’t know how to do that.” She exhales a shaky laugh. “Enzo was embarrassed about how small he was, so he didn’t like me to even look at it, let alone put it in my mouth.”

I’m a sick, sick puppy for how happy it makes me feel to know that a) he had a small cock and b) she never sucked it. Also that she wants to suck mine.

She’s right: all that therapy I had was a waste of money. I’m still as fucked up as they come.

Exhaling a slow breath, I say, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do.And you shouldn’t feel obligated to do something just because I’ve done it to you.”

“I know. Which are all reasons why I want to do it.”

When I only lie there with a hammering heart, trying to figure out if I should kill myself now because this is clearly the highlight of my life and everything can only be downhill from here, she whispers, “I want to make you feel good, Quinn. It makes me feel good to please you.”

I groan.

NowI can kill myself.

She slides down my body until she’s eye level with my dick. Propped up on her elbows between my legs as I stroke her hair, she muses, “I wonder if all those romance authors I read have been secretly following you around for inspiration.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning oversized dicks are the norm in my books.” She looks up at me. “Or is this the normal size?”

Trying to suppress a smile, I say, “I’m no expert, but from what I understand, there are as many different sizes and shapes of cocks as there are men.”

“Oh.” She stares at my hard dick again. “God, if there are cocks bigger than this, the men who own them must be giants.”

“The fact that you’re not even trying to give me a compliment makes that the best compliment of them all so far.”

“So how do I start? Pretend it’s a lollipop?”

I’d have never in a million years believed I’d be trying not to laugh out loud when a woman was about to give me head, but this day just never stops surprising.

“Give me your hand.”

I guide her hand to my shaft and curl her fingers around the base.