More Than Words: More Than, Book 3 by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page B

he had to stop and draw breath. In his mind’s eyes all he saw was Molly, on her knees before him. She knelt between his legs, her head tilted forward. He couldn’t see her face, only the long blond hair cascading over her shoulders. But he could hear the soft, imaginary moan she emitted, and it made very real drops of precome bead on his dick.
     
    My first taste is a lick. I have to pace myself, because my hunger for you is voracious. I fear I might attempt to swallow you whole in one go. I’d probably choke in the process, ruining the mood. So I hold back, taking the time to savor you. Softly, slowly, I run my tongue over the tip of your penis, letting your taste fill my mouth.
     
    The breath exploded out of Sam. The gentleness of her proposed action reached more than his cock. It reached his heart as well, filling it with an indescribable ache.
     
    I know this is a fantasy, I know it’s not real, but picturing it has me all worked up. I’m on fire. My pussy is throbbing. It feels…empty. Hollow. And wet. The need is intense, unbearable and delicious all at the same time.
    I want to touch myself. But I couldn’t do that. Not here, sitting on my ergonomically designed office chair. It wouldn’t be right.
     
    The idea of Molly touching herself almost did his head in. As for touching herself in her office? It made his balls cramp.
     
    You taste good, Sam, all musky and salty, the very essence of a man. Your taste is addictive. I want more.
     
    Sam ran his thumb over his cockhead, imagining it was Molly’s tongue. He also wanted more. Heaps more. He wanted her body and her soul.
    How the heck had he managed to tamp down his desire and his feelings for her all these years? How had he forced himself to view her as nothing more than his receptionist?
     
    I lick along the length of your erection, from the top down and then from the bottom up. I imagine you’d shudder when I do so. Would you? I’m shaking a little, but that’s from the excitement coursing through me. I’ve wanted to taste you like this for a long time. Imagined the feel of your satiny stiffness against my tongue.
    I can’t hold back anymore. The need to have the rest of you overpowers me. I open my mouth and slide my lips over your tip, taking you in inch by solid inch.
    Here’s the tricky part. In my fantasy I can swallow you down all the way, feel you move at the back of my throat as my lips wrap around your base. But in real life I suspect I might not fit you all in.
    But this is my fantasy, so for now, I slide my lips all the way to the bottom.
    Now that you’re there, encased in my hot, wet mouth, I’m going to make damn sure to give you the best head you’ve ever had. My eyes close as I slide my mouth back up. I should probably release you so I can look up into your face and determine if you’re enjoying yourself. But I’m not letting go. I’m swallowing you straight back down, a little faster this time
     
    Oh, Jesus. She was going to give him a heart attack. Going to kill him, for sure.
    For a second Sam wished he were a cardiologist instead of a neurologist. Maybe then he’d have the skills to protect his thudding heart.
    Then the second was up and Sam was reading again.
     
    You’re like a drug, Sam. I have a compulsive need to taste more of you, to move faster. So I do, sliding my mouth up and down your cock. Sometimes I hollow my cheeks and suck you in harder, making the pull a little tighter, and other times I relax my jaw, letting my tongue caress you as I envelop you in my mouth.
    But then I fall into a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down and moving my lips and tongue over you. Your groans direct me. The more you groan, the more I assume you like what I’m doing.
     
    Sam’s hand mimicked her words, pumping his dick.
     
    You’ve tangled your fingers in my hair and you’re guiding me, moving my head. Your hips have found life too. You’re working my mouth as much as I’m working your cock. You’re fucking my face