Free Hansel 1-4: The Complete Series by Ella James Page A

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    And all of a sudden, I have to have those pretty lips around my cock.
    I sit up on my knees. “Get up,” I tell her.
    She eases her finger out of herself and sits before me like a beautiful, obedient bitch.
    “I want you to blow me,” I tell her, stroking my stiff cock. “I’ll give you instructions if you need them.”
    Her eyes hold mine for just a moment before she leans over slowly, taking my throbbing head into her mouth, and I assign her extra points for not asking about a condom. She trusts me to be clean. That’s good.
    She opens wide to take me deeper, and I rock my hips a little, forcing her to take in three-fourths of me. She pauses when my head brushes the back of her throat, but then I feel her swallow around me.
    Holy fuck; she’s swallowed all of me. Her eyes rise up to mine, and I nearly spill into her throat right then.
    She sucks her cheeks around me, and I can’t hold back a moan. “Good girl.” I stroke my hand over her head, and, with her cheeks still sucked against me and her lips drawn tight around my base, she moves her head and starts to suck me off.
    After only a few times in and out, I’m aching.
    Usually, I give them orders, but she has such pretty Leah hands; I want to touch them. I grab her free hand from where it rests on my duvet and press her palm against my sac, curling her fingers around the top of it, just underneath my shaft.
    “Squeeze me—hard, right here.”
    Her fingers tighten around me. I thrust my cock into her throat. “Tighter,” I groan.
    She tightens her grip on me by a fraction, and my cockhead throbs with so much force, it’s almost painful.
    Not enough!
    “Harder,” I growl.
    She squeezes my sac a little harder but it isn’t hard enough .
    I bring my hand down over hers and press her fingers into me. “I want you to squeeze,” I tell her. “Pull down and squeeze me like you mean it.”
    Her hand around me loosens, and I want to scream as she eases my cock out of her mouth.
    What the fuck is wrong with you? I suck a breath back as my raging mind flies through my list of punishments.
    “That will hurt,” she whispers.
    My jaw clenches. “Put my cock back in your mouth. And consider it an order.” I stroke my finger over her chin and then come up to clamp my hand onto her shoulder.
    She squeezes hard enough to make me gasp, and gobbles my dick back down her throat.
    “Make it hurt,” I snap.
    She fucking stuns me, easing my cock back out of her mouth. The impertinent bitch!
    Soft blue eyes hold mine. They look apologetic.
    “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, stroking up and down me. Wide blue eyes. So much like Leah’s. I can feel a knot forming low down in my stomach. “Why do you want me to?” she whispers.
    “No questions.”
    She twirls her tongue around my shaft and head, and I release the breath I’ve been holding. Then she looks back up at me with Leah eyes. Too much like Leah . “You pay the other girls to hurt you?” she whispers.
    “Not paid,” I manage as my palm cups her head, her silky hair sliding against my palm. “Is that why you want to do this?” I frown. “For a fucking check?”
    “You have a dirty mouth,” she whispers. Then she leans back down and licks me like a lollipop. Below my cock, her hand cups my heavy balls; she rolls my testicles around inside her warm palm—and okay: It feels good. Really fucking good—but without the pain, my chest starts getting tight.
    “For this to work, you’ve got to squeeze,” I rasp.
    I try to think past the lust that’s lighting up my veins and run my hand over her hair. I inhale deeply, focused on the pain I know is coming, and the pleasure. She lifts her mouth off me again , leaving my hard cock cold and damp.
    My jaw drops and I actually laugh. “Are you even a submissive?”
    “I’m not sure.” She sits up just a little straighter—her hand is still around my sac—and her mouth draws up, as if it’s really troubling.
    “Not sure ?” I groan