Cherrie Lynn - Take Me On

“You’re a fuckin’ siren, woman. I knew it from the second I saw you in the bar. I knew you’d lure me to my demise.”

“Your demise?” She chuckled. “Don’t think I’ve ever lured a man to his demise before. I’ve been lured to mine, though. More than once, it seems.” Letting her knees buckle—mainly because she didn’t want to talk about it anymore—she slid down the length of his body and went to work on his belt. His hands remained on the top of her head, stroking, still combing through her hair.

She released his cock from his jeans, and her mouth watered. He was so gorgeous. Long and broad. Made for pleasure, with such a thick coronal ridge that her pussy clenched in anticipation of the feel of it stroking through. Looking up at him through a few strands of hair that streaked her vision, she placed her tongue flat on the bottom of his head and licked over the tip, collecting the drop of precome and letting him watch her savor it.

His fingers clenched in her hair, and his other hand moved to the base of his shaft, holding it rigid for her. His eyes burned into her. He didn’t speak, but his breath became rapid.

She enclosed his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sucking it until he gasped and shuddered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted. He began to move, pushing his hips forward. She pulled back, releasing him when he sought more and then giving him long, wet strokes up his shaft until her cheek met his hand. Then she dipped under and gave his balls a lick, prompting him to release his cock to give her better access.

And she reveled in it, exploring the spice of his scent and the texture of his skin. Warmth spread from her lower belly…where his tiny offspring lay nestled in her womb. God. At any other moment, she might’ve thought the idea would be a buzz kill, but no…it enflamed her. He was already inside her. They shared a connection some people who’d been together for years hadn’t achieved. It was a blessing.

His head rolled back on his shoulders. She pulled his jeans down his hips and dug her nails into the firm muscles of his ass.

“Gabriella,” he groaned, and her too-long name was another blessing when it came from his lips. “ Yes .”

Once she’d dampened him to her satisfaction, she sucked him back into her mouth, shocking the breath from him as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. “God! Gonna make me shoot, baby.”

Oh no, he wasn’t. He had a long way to go yet. Letting go of his delectable ass, she drew her nails around to the front and scratched lightly down his thighs. They didn’t disappoint either—a pair of muscular thighs was one of her favorite places on the male body. A place to dig her fingers in.

He let her go while she did so, lacing his hands behind his head. She watched him as she drew back, unwilling to lose sight of him any longer than she had to. There was so much of him she wanted to feel and see all at once…ass and thighs, those hard abs, those pecs with their pierced nipples. Gabby allowed her hands to roam as she swallowed his thick cock down over and over, delighting in the way he filled her mouth to perfection, the way he held back and let her play as she wanted.

But damn, she wanted him. Her pussy craved him in the same rhythm she sucked him. Slow. Deep, then shallow, back and forth. She wanted him to keep her guessing, wanted to give it all up to him.

Just not every aspect of her life.

“Fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice a sexy purr. She glanced up to see him looking down at her, watching her work him with her mouth. For all she knew, he might say that to all the girls. But she didn’t want to think so.

As she’d already told him once, he was definitely the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Suddenly, he pulled back, reaching down to grab her and haul her up to him. His chest heaved, and she pushed herself against him, needing every inch of his body next to every inch of hers. She caught his cock in her hand and gripped him tight at the base, seeking to stem any impending eruption. He throbbed in her hand, and, glancing down, she saw he was flushed dark red with the rush of his blood. Damn, she wanted that inside her. He was as hot in her hand as he had been in her mouth. As he would be in her aching pussy. She wanted to feel his pulse against hers in that most intimate of places.

“Don’t want to mess up this pretty face,” he murmured, planting little kisses along her lips and stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“I’d have swallowed you, baby,” she whispered. “Every drop.”

“Fuck,” he breathed.

She stepped back, letting go of him and turning, giving him a playful eye over her shoulder as she moved toward his couch. “Too bad. Missed your chance. I want something else now.”

He never let her put much distance between them, dogging her steps until she stopped near his couch, turned and slipped her hands under his T-shirt. “I’d ask again if it’s always about what you want, but you’d tell me it’s not,” he said.

“What’s so bad about that, anyway? What I want is very important to me.”

“As it should be. I’m just wondering how the hell you were ever refused, Gabriella.” His lips grazed hers, and she smiled against them.

“I think I like the sound of that.”

“That I’d give you any fucking thing you wanted, if it was in my power?”

“Everything I want right now is well within your power, Ian.” She let her hand drift down to his cock again and stroked it base to tip. “Right here.”

“There’s nothing else you want?”

“Of course. But contrary to popular belief, I usually know when what I want isn’t within my reach. Usually.” She gave him a crooked smile. “I have my lapses.”

“Don’t we all.”

He didn’t press further. She was glad, because right now she didn’t want to delve too deeply into the disturbing things she wanted. Slowly, so slowly it agonized her, he began to undress her, kissing every area of intimate skin he exposed. From the gentle, nipping kisses he placed on her sore, swollen breasts, to the thrilling little lick on her clit as he pulled her jeans and panties down. Before he was done removing them from her feet, she was nearly lying over on top of him. She had to straighten when he stood again.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, tracing his fingers around her nipples. She shivered.

“I’ve already gone up a freaking cup size,” she muttered.

“You’re gorgeous.” As tenderly as he’d kissed her, he took her breasts in both hands, and she wanted to roll her eyes into the back of her head at the pleasure of having that achy weight supported in his warm hands. She fit him as if she were made for him. “I could spend all night doing this.”

“I could let you. Mmm.”

“I have to warn you, I have no idea about this pregnancy stuff. If I’m doing something wrong, you have to tell me.”

“Oh, I will. Don’t worry. Right now, the pregnancy stuff is just making me horny as hell.”

“Is that what it is?”

“That and you.”

He dropped his hands, and she wanted to chase after them and put them right back where they’d been. But when he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him…yeah, okay, that was good too. Because she was pretty achy in other places as well. “Just so you know, I think you’re only trying to avoid the matter at hand here,” he growled against her neck. “But I’m gonna keep giving you what you want, Gabriella Ross, because I don’t know what else to do. And I’ll lose my fucking sanity if I don’t get back inside you soon.”

All that stuff he’d said to her at Dermamania flashed through her head. He thought about her all the time. He couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t sleep either. What if he really was falling for her? Even worse yet, what if she was falling for him? And soon there would be a baby between them. They could be setting themselves up for a lifetime of misery if they didn’t stop—if she didn’t stop—until they figured this whole thing out, until they saw how it was going to go.