Page 22 of Toxic Truth

With another man, the moment would have proved too intimate and uncomfortable, nothing available to break his quiet scrutiny. She might have cracked a joke or questioned what he was doing. Wasn’t possible when it came to Lucas. For him to crave such closeness and to desire her to this extent was the greatest gift he could have offered. One she wouldn’t waste.

She drank him in at her leisure, loving his long, dark lashes, the small mole on his temple, the laugh lines fanned around his eyes. A faint scar on his jaw troubled her. She hoped the injury hadn’t caused too much pain.

Knowing him, he likely shrugged it off, as he did her compliments.

In her world, few men were as decent or as masculine, his hair-roughened body and hard dick intensifying everything female within her, more than anything had in a long while. Her pussy ached, wanting his cock deep inside. Without his tongue filling her, her mouth felt bereft.

Kissing him deeply, she blindly groped for a rubber.

He beat her to it, separated a packet, and ripped it open.

With surprising grace, he eased her off him to sheath himself.

“No.” She grabbed his wrist. “Let me.”

A broad smile lit his face, delight dancing in his eyes. “Whatever you want.”

There weren’t enough words or time to convey what she required. Showing him, she pressed her face to his thick, dark thatch.

God, god, god. His musk enthralled. The short, curly hairs entranced. She couldn’t smell or taste him enough.

“Hey.” He gripped her shoulders. “This wasn’t the plan.”

“Sorry.” She wasn’t and took his cock into her mouth.

He gasped.

She sucked him deep, every luscious inch—easily nine or more—until her nose touched his hairy groin. Smelling him came naturally. Enjoying him the only thing she could do. Her ears buzzed, and her skin burned. There wasn’t a better place on Earth than being here, nor anything that could match his balls. Cupping them lovingly, she gloried in their weight and heat, the short hairs furring them. Totally decadent. As male as anything could get.

His groans and panting filled the room.

Wasn’t enough.

She released his dick and tongued his right ball between her lips.

An oath tore from him. “No, no, fuck no.”

He pushed her back and used his weight to trap her. “That’s not happening yet.” He caught a breath and swallowed. “Where’s the rubber?”

Having held on to the thing, she lifted it.

“Hand it over.” Before she could, he plucked it and sheathed himself.

She caressed his balls.

Teeth gritted, he raised his face to the ceiling, his neck corded. “Don’t. I mean it.” He looked at her, panic in his eyes. “Unless you want me to come while you’re way over there and I’m way over here.”

“Nope.” She released his nuts. “I’m not crazy.”

“Good to know.” Heaving air, he settled between her legs, his crown touching her cleft.

Fill me. Please.

On one deep thrust, he entered her fully.

Her heart snagged on a beat then pounded wildly, his girth and length stretching her to accommodate him.

Not yet through, he pumped to go deeper, their curls touching.