Page 34 of Take the Bait

Then, she looked up at him—her eyes like a siren’s.

“My turn,” she said, taking her shirt off to reveal perfect, strawberry-shaped tits and arms lined with tiny tattoos as she dropped her knees next to him.

“You weren’t wearing a bra?” He asked, letting her guide him to a seat on the couch as he made eye contact with perfect, pink nipples.

“My boobs are small.” She looked away, bashful once again. “Really small. Practically nonexistent. So I don’t need one.”

“Your boobs areperfect,” he said, hands reaching for them, eager for her nipples which were so clearly begging to be pinched.

“Uh-uh,” she said in a voice that filled his head with wild fantasies of a hot teacher putting him in his place.“My turn.”

He leaned back as she pressed her hands to his thighs, running them up to his waistband. She unbuttoned his shorts, then unzipped them. Tucker felt like he was watching her in slow motion.

There was something so inherently erotic about the fact that she was completely naked before him even though he was still fully clothed.

She tugged his pants and boxers down slightly, allowing his cock to spring free.

“Big boy,” she said seductively.

God, this woman had so many different sides to her.

All of them were fucking sexy.

But this siren thing she had going on?

It was going to be the center of his fantasies while he rubbed himself raw for the rest of his goddamn life.

His cock twitched as she took it in her hands before licking a bead of precum off the tip.

“Hanna, fuck,” Tucker groaned. “I—it’s been a while. I’m not gonna?—”

“Shh, shh, shh,” she said. “Let me worry about that.”

She flicked a thumb over the head of his cock, and it took everything in him not to spill all over her face as she leaned in and sucked him deep into her mouth.

Could someone die from pleasure?

Because he sure as hell might.

She giggled, and he realized he might’ve said that aloud, but he could barely even think about that with the way her mouth vibrated over his dick as she moaned into him.

Fuck. Not even ten seconds into this, he was going to come.

“I’m going to—” he tried to warn her.

She sucked harder then, and Tucker couldn’t control himself. He roared as thick ropes of come spilled down her throat, and she swallowed them down like they tasted better than the cookies she’d shoved into her mouth earlier.

“Hanna,” he panted. “I?—”

She lifted up, wiping her mouth and grinning.

“Probably not thebestblow job of your life. I needed more time,” she said, licking her lips. “But I guess that means we have to do this again.”

His cock twitched at the prospect of it.

“I think you’re my dream girl,” he whispered, and she stilled.

With wide eyes, she looked at him, whispering asSex and the Citycontinued in the background. “Do you mean it?”