One Love Davenport, Fiona (most interesting books to read .txt) 📖

“Hey,” she grumbled. “I wasn’t done with our bath.”

I chuckled and kissed her quickly before grabbing a bar of soap. “I figured we should actually get clean before we move to the bedroom.”

Considering our states of arousal and the fact that I was standing with the wet, naked, woman of my dreams, I washed us both quickly, not lingering anywhere that would risk distracting me.

Once I was done, I reached for the handle, but her small hand stilled mine.

“What about our deal?” Her brow knitted and she frowned up at me.

“I gave you—”

“No, I said first I wanted you to make me come.”

I nodded at the reminder. “And you did. What else is it that you want, baby?”

3 Hudson

She placed her palms flat on my chest and pushed me backward, though we both knew I only moved because I chose to.

A few more steps and my back hit the wall of the shower.

“For years, you’ve been pleasuring me and have never let me return the favor.”

My heart started to pound in my chest. “It wasn’t tit for tat, baby. I love seeing you fall apart for me.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I might want the same thing?” Her tone was scolding and her expression fierce, but she was so fucking adorable I had to hide my grin.

And, I couldn’t deny that she had a point. I hadn’t really thought about it being the other way around.

I watched her through heavy-lidded eyes for a moment, noticing how her gaze kept dipping hungrily to where my cock was hard and standing proud between us.

“You want to suck me off, baby?” My knees went weak at just the thought of her pretty lips wrapped around my shaft.

Her mouth curved into a wicked smile as she nodded.

I swallowed hard and gave her the opportunity to change her mind with a warning. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to give you control, Gracie. If I lose it, I’ll end up fucking your mouth instead of the other way around, and I don’t want to hurt or scare you.”

“Hudson, you’re always saying we were made for each other. Trust that.”

Maybe if I hadn’t also been a virgin, the thought of her blowing my cock might not have chased away the final remnants of my common sense. I might have had the strength to convince her to wait a bit so that I had more stamina and wouldn't lose control with her.

But I was a virgin in every way, and the thought of her making me come with her mouth consumed me. I wanted her to suck me more than I wanted my next breath.

I blindly felt along the wall next to the shower until my hand hit thick, fluffy material. Snatching the towel from the bar, I folded it a few times, then dropped it on the ground in front of me. I helped Gracie onto her knees, and my dick jumped under her lusty gaze.

“I knew you were big,” she breathed, “but wow.”

“Are you sure?” I asked one more time, praying she hadn’t changed her mind once she caught sight of my dick.

“Hudson?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Shut up.”

I laughed, but it sounded like a gurgle from someone being strangled to death. Gracie inspected my length, and I took the opportunity to remove her hair tie and let her damp curls tumble down around her. She curled her tiny hand around as much of my girth as she could, then leaned in and licked up the vein that traveled from base to crown.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I stared at the ceiling with my hands fisted tight at my sides.

I started to shake when the tip of my cock was suddenly surrounded by wet warmth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted quietly. I could see the edge of my sanity moving closer and closer.

Gracie sucked hard once before bobbing her head a few times and swirling her tongue around the tip. When a bit of come oozed from the slit, she lapped it up and hummed appreciatively.

Somehow, I managed to keep holding back.

Then she took as much of me in her mouth as she could—all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged a little and pulled back. I was about to tell her to stop when she went down again. This time, when I hit the back, she worked through her gag reflex.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” I shouted when she swallowed the fat head of my cock.

And there went my sanity.

My hands dived into Gracie’s hair and fisted the strands hard so she couldn’t move her head without my guidance. My dick popped out of her mouth, and she looked up at me. But where I expected to see surprise, I saw triumph and burning need.

“Were you trying to make me lose control, Gracie?” I growled.

Her cheeks turned pink, and she tried to nod, but I had too tight of a grip on her hair. “Yes,” she admitted in a whisper.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby. Now open.”

She dutifully complied, opening her mouth wide. I held her where I wanted and groaned as I slid my shaft between her lips again. “Suck it, Gracie,” I demanded. “Hard.”

I watched her as she hollowed out her cheeks and peeked up at me through her lashes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby. But seeing you like this, on your knees with your mouth full of my cock, it’s sexier than I could have imagined.”

She swirled her tongue around me before sucking again, dragging a deep groan from my lips. “Fuck, that’s good.”

My hips involuntarily punched forward until I hit the back of her throat again. She gagged, and I retreated. But I was too far fucking gone, and no sooner had I pulled almost all the way out did I punch back it. Gracie did better that time, attempting to control her gag reflex and breathe through her nose. “Good girl,” I praised. “That’s it. Suck me hard while I fuck your pretty mouth. Oh, fuck