INDISPENSABLE: Part 2 by Maryann Barnett Read Free Book Online Page B

erection, giving a few long, slow strokes. His cock was the most perfect she’d ever seen. A little thicker than usual but not compromising on length. Inside her, it had ruined her for other men, she was sure. If she didn’t find a way for them to meld their sexual worlds, she may never get to have sex again.
    How could any man ever touch her as deeply as Brock had? He understood her on a level she wasn’t sure she understood herself. But then, wasn’t that exactly what she did for him. She knew his pain. He’d been hurt. He’d been hurt terribly. He needed to let it go a little and see not every personal relationship was out to hurt him.
    Brock stroked her hair still and touched her cheek now and then. Sarah moved ever lower and kissed at the base of his cock, her hand cupping the underside. He shuddered and groaned.
    “Sarah…don’t…”
    “Shhhh.” She folded back the covers because it was like a furnace under there.
    “You don’t have to do that.”
    “I want to. I’d like to. If it’s too much, tell me to stop. I know this is a very intimate thing.” She kissed the very top. The smooth skin warm against her lips. She licked over it, and Brock shivered a little, but his body burned wherever they met.
    “Sarah.” He sighed her name in a rough breath.
    “Shhhh. Let me taste you, Brock. Just a little.”
    She let her mouth cover the head of him then, and his hips thrust up ever so slightly, but she felt it. With her hand gripping the base of his cock and her mouth sliding up and down on the head, Sarah had never felt more powerful. She began to understand how someone could get hooked on that feeling.
    Brock just took that a few steps further to protect himself from getting emotionally involved. It seemed sad to Sarah that he could never allow himself to be loved, or to love. Ultimately, it was his choice, but—just for now—it was her choice, and she intended to do everything she could to invoke an emotional response from him.
    He’s stiffened his body a little, and his breathing was heavier. Sarah’s jaw ached a little, as she wasn’t an expert at this by any means. She stopped sucking and kissed the head of his cock, tracing her tongue around the very tip—the most sensitive part. She lapped up, like a bowl of ice cream, the small drop of moisture from his tip.
    “Sarah…God. So fucking good.”
    Sarah looked up at him and smiled, his eyes impossibly darker and shining with passion. She used her hand to stroke him long and hard. The moisture from her mouth, which was still on him, made it easy to get a firm, fast action going.
    “I love your body. Your cock is perfect for me. Tastes perfect. I’d like you to come for me, Brock.”
    His body tensed, and he frowned.
    “Brock. I’ve come for you. So hard, so long. Remember me coming for you? Remember how I screamed?”
    He grunted, and Sarah pumped his cock harder and faster, sensing he was on the edge of somewhere he hadn’t been in a long time. Every inch of muscle was rock hard. He was so close. Sarah showed no mercy, and she kept talking.
    “You took me, Brock. You made me have the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I want you to come for me. Come on, baby. You can do it. Think of my tight pussy weeping for you right now, needing you to tie me up and fuck me the way you want to…the way you need to.”
    Brock’s body vibrated, and his eyes were screwed shut. His fists gripped the sheets, and Sarah knew he was almost to that point of no return. But he hadn’t given into it yet. He was still fighting it, fighting her.
    “Come for me. Let it go. Let me tastes your hot passion. Let me taste it as I swallow you down my throat,” she urged. She wasn’t going to let him off the hook—not now. A couple of tiny jerks by him, and she knew he was there. She could feel it.
    “Stop. Stop. Please.”
    His safe word. Sarah placed her mouth over his swollen cock head and sucked as hard as she could. Her hand still working him hard. Then, it happened.