Chapter 41

He took his erection in his hand, swiped a thumb over the weeping head, then pushed the wet digit into her waiting mouth.

“You want more of that?”

Her breath came hard and she swiped the moisture from the pad of his thumb. Her eyes stood wide in her rosy-cheeked face. “Yes, sir.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to suck you, sir.”

“What part of me?” he barked, still torturing them both with long strokes of his hand up and down his length.

Her hungry little gaze was about to eat him alive.

“Your…cock, sir. Let me suck it.”

“You haven’t followed my instructions particularly well so far.”

“I will, sir.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Morgan.” He anchored his hand at her nape again. “Now suck me.”

L'aide de ciel me, he thought as he gave into the urge to thrust into Morgan’s mouth again with a loud moan that should have shaken the cottage’s rafters. Heaven help me.

Again, he couldn’t resist the urge to fuck her mouth. His