Page 59 of Shephard

He kept his firm hold, pulling on my hair every few seconds as his body swayed from the adrenaline and tension. I kept my fingers wrapped around his balls while I stroked his thigh. As I switched between blowing across his cockhead and darting my tongue out, he continuously growled.

I adored the sounds he made, a man who appreciated what a woman could do. It was rare, certainly given my limited experience with pretty boys who only wanted to do the dirty deed and nothing more.

The way I pulled his cock past my lips continued to make my mouth water. He was so large, my jaws ached almost immediately. I swirled my tongue back and forth as I took his shaft down inch by inch. The moment I was halfway down his thick shaft, I started pumping it into my mouth. Just listening to his heavy breathing fueled my actions. I could do this for a long time, but I had the distinct feeling he wouldn’t let that happen.

He was a man who refused to give up control to anyone. Strong. Powerful.

Downright barbaric, but it was exactly what excited me.

I closed my eyes, trying to keep my concentration level high. It was nearly impossible since he was making animalistic sounds. As I tried my best to relax my throat, taking him down another two inches, I realized how much my body was trembling. He had that kind of effect on me.

Shephard shifted his body position, jutting his hips forward. That shoved the tip of his cock against the back of my throat. Without a second of notice or hesitation, he pushed my head down, keeping me in place.

I almost gagged but willed myself to relax, still swirling my tongue as much as possible. As expected, he took over control, his fingers digging into my scalp as he forced me up and down on his shaft.

There was nothing I could do, not that I wanted to be anywhere else. My eyes still closed, I relinquished any concept of control as he fucked my mouth. There was something heavenly as well as sinful about the moment. He pumped hard and fast, nearly choking me.

When he suddenly stopped, pulling his shaft completely from my mouth, I gasped and automatically reached for his cock.

He was having nothing of it, yanking me to my feet and placing me on top of the edge of the table. After spreading my legs wide open, he positioned the tip of his cock against my wet and swollen folds.

His smile was more like a smirk as he stared into my eyes, unblinking. It was almost like a warning and one I accepted, giving him a wry grin back. Whether or not my actions were an okay didn’t matter. He thrust his cock inside and my pussymuscles were screaming with joy. He fit perfectly, as if his cock was meant to be inside.

We were both sweaty, clawing at each other’s skin. He had such an intense look on his face that I was certain he would devour me in two seconds. I dug my fingers into his arms before ripping at his Henley shirt, finally driving my hands underneath. The feel of the heat of his chest was crazy, searing the tips of my fingers.

“Fucking hot,” he murmured.

“Not hot enough.” I laughed after making the statement.

He laughed in such a deep tone that I tilted my head. “Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

The hard jerk as he pulled my legs around him forced me to slam my hands on the table. One slapped down on a plate, the constant clapping of the side against the table adding to the crazy moment. The man could swivel his hips like no other, fucking me harder than I’d ever felt before. Every sensation was electrified, every dancing vibration jarring.

Panting, I tried to keep from climaxing, fearful he’d stop the Olympic event.

“Do it,” he growled.

“Not yet.”

“Do as I say.”

“You’re not the boss.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, I am.”

My pussy was clenching and releasing so hard I couldn’t have stopped the orgasm under any circumstances. I threw my head back, offering the kind of howl that should make Pepper stand up and take notice. The climax was raw and powerful and he continued plunging hard enough skin slapped together.

And I was certain the cheap plates wouldn’t survive.

As a series of lights flashed in front of my eyes, another even more masterful orgasm tickled my toes before sweeping through me.

I thought for certain I was going to pass out.

With no thought to how he’d react, as I came down from the rafters, I squeezed my muscles with what energy I had left.

There was nothing more exciting and pleasant than hearing a man roaring like a wild animal as he erupted deep inside of you.