I wasn't going to give him a chance to think about anything. I practically shredded his boxers with my nails, tearing open his fly, pulling out the magnificent cock I'd only caught a few brief glimpses of in the dark, foggy shower.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, feeling him spring to life in my hand, angry and throbbing. The fist in my hair jerked tighter when I ran my fingers up and down his length, giving him several quick pumps, a prelude to my lips approaching the thick, swollen head, slick with his pre-come.
“You do this, babe, and there's no going back. I don't do teases. I've been waiting to feel you wrapped around my cock from the first time I saw you in that dirty little room.” He paused, pulling my hair harder, his lust almost ripping it out by the roots. “The second you put your mouth on my dick, I own you all fucking night, understand? And once you're mine, I'll never, ever wanna let go.”
His words made me burn. I smiled and nodded, all I could manage with the fire between my legs blazing deep up my body.
I'd never wanted any man so bad before this moment. My grip on his cock tightened as his relaxed on my head, and I leaned into him, inhaling his scent, opening wide for the tip of his pulsing erection.
He tasted just as good as he smelled. Earthy, raw, masculine. I slid my tongue all the way over him, orbiting his crown, drawing him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck!” Skin roared, repositioning his hand until it was on the back of my head, controlling me, pushing me to take him deeper.
I did. Without hesitation, without a second thought, without wondering if I was losing my mind. I sucked him deep, surrendering to the sweet primal wave sweeping over my senses.
I took every inch of him I could manage, and it still wasn't half his full length. I attacked his cock with an energy I'd never had with any man, much less the filthy Johns in the whorehouse.
I rolled my tongue across his cock and moved my lips up and down. Alternating tender teases and furious strokes was new to me. The last few months, I'd sucked men off as hard as I could, anything to make them finish and leave me the hell alone.
But with Skin, I took my time, relishing every hitch in his breath, every curse, every time I felt his full, muscular frame ripple underneath my hands. I grabbed his thighs for support, forcing my mouth down deeper as he snarled.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He growled the same rough word in staccato bursts, urging me to suck him deeper. “You keep that up, babe, and I'll give you a mouthful of come. That's what you want, isn't it, you sweet little slut?”
God. My legs tightened like vices and I flicked my tongue across him harder still.
Men had called me all kinds of terrible things in the trucker spa, until I grew numb to their words. But Skins' sweet and spice reminded me what it was like to feel dirty and enjoy it. It was only the start too, the very beginning of all the filthy, twisted things I wanted him to do to me.
“Don't you fucking answer me with anything but those lips,” he said, his voice getting deeper with his pleasure. “I want to shoot off in you, wipe away every last trace of that miserable piece of shit I killed. I want you thinking about my dick morning, noon, and night, Meg. I want you to remember my hands, my tongue, all over your tight little body long after this clubhouse is just a distant memory.”
I moaned, all I could do not to come completely unraveled.
“Suck. Harder. Show me how bad you want it, woman. I want you to rob every goddamned drop of seed out of these balls with your spitfire tongue.”
Sweet Jesus. His words made my entire body throb, flogged me from the inside out to do everything he commanded.
It wasn't hard with my * burning me alive. Something about this man did terrible things to my body. I imagined fucking him, giving up the precious thing I'd kept through my hell.
I knew I'd lost my mind, but I didn't fucking care. Not with my lips wrapped around him, drawing out his pleasure, thinking about how wonderful his power would feel between my legs, slamming me into the mattress. I wanted to give him my virginity without asking anything for it, not his money, his life, or even his love.
I went into overdrive. I used every trick I'd ever learned with my mouth for pleasing a man, giving him a whirlwind of lips and teeth and tongue. All while I completely lost it, shoving my hand down my pants, moaning with my mouth full of his cock when I found my swollen clit and felt the wetness he'd summoned, turning my panties into a ruined mess.
“Oh, Meg. Shit. Don't you fucking stop for anything, baby. I'm gonna give you what you're craving. Fuck it out of me,” he growled, jerking my face up and down his length, merging me into his powerful strokes. “Fuck it out of me with your tongue. Show me how much you love it. I wanna watch you swallow every damned drop while you frig your little clit to the moon.”
I did, with pleasure.