Sweet Little Nothing Read Online L.K. Farlow

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Sterling pauses, but at my urging continues, sliding his hands under my ass while pressing his thumbs into my thighs. Using his newfound leverage, he pushes my legs wider, making room for his shoulders before lowering his mouth to my tender, needy flesh.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I nearly scream from the toe-curling sensation. "You like that?" he murmurs, cocky as hell.

I try to respond, but words are beyond me; all I can do is moan and nod.

"Yeah, you fucking love it." He dives back in, licking me from bottom to top, like I'm the best and last meal he will ever eat.

In a matter of minutes, I'm screaming my pleasure as I come violently against his face. "Oh my God," I murmur when I come down from my oxytocin high. "I never knew it could feel like that."

Sterling grins, popping up to his knees. "Just wait, baby, we aren't anywhere close to done.”

My eyes dart down to his still hard dick. "Can I touch you, too?"

He flops onto his back beside me. "You can touch me anytime you want."

Hesitantly, I roll to my side and reach out, pressing my hand to the bulge straining against the front of his boxers. He jerks beneath my touch and I grin, delighting in the knowledge that I affect him just as much as he does me.

"Take off your boxers."

"You do it," he challenges.

If he thinks I'm going to back down, he's wrong. I've set my mind to this; I'm ready, and I want to know how he feels inside of me. God knows, he's already found his way into my heart.

I move so that I'm between his knees and begin working the material down to his feet. He takes over from here, kicking his boxers off and onto the floor.

I knew he was large, but seeing it face-to-face is a whole new experience. My eyes widen with trepidation as I ask, "Are you sure it'll fit?"

"Like a fucking glove, baby."

"Can I kiss it?"

He chuffs out a laugh. "Again, you never have to ask to put any part of your body on mine. You have carte blanche when it comes to me."

I nibble on my lower lip as I lean forward. Gingerly, I flick my tongue against the tip of his dick, and he shudders as an animalistic groan spills from his lips.

Feeling emboldened by his response, I lean down and suck the crown into my mouth, sucking softly.

"Fuck. A little harder."

I follow his guidance, sucking harder.

"Now move your lips down my cock, baby."

Again, I do as he says, causing his hips to flex and a myriad of curses to fall from his lips.

"So good, Emmy. So. Fucking. Good. I love that mouth."

Internally, I grin, beyond pleased with myself.

Somehow, even while he's the one getting pleasure, Sterling takes great care to make sure I know I'm the one in control.

That notion spurs me on and turns me on as I add my hand into the mix, fondling his balls.

"Baby, you gotta stop," he croaks out.

Immediately, I worry I've done something wrong and scramble away from him. "Are you okay?" I ask, uncertainty lacing my tone.

"I'm more than okay, but if we don't stop now, I'm gonna finish in your pretty little mouth."

"Oh." My cheeks flame as his meaning sinks in. "Right. Okay. How do you want to do this?" I ask, immediately regretting it when I realize how completely idiotic I sound.

Sterling just smiles though. "Any way you want. What do you think you'll be most comfortable with?"

I think on it for a minute. “Can I be on top?”

"Baby, are you asking if you can ride me?"

"Um." I shift nervously. "I guess so."

"Go for it, cowgirl."

His joke, while cheesy, is precisely what I need to relax. I don’t know how, but this man always seems to know the exact right way to ease my anxiety.

"Do you have a…a condom?" I ask.

"In my drawer."

I move away from him to grab one, ignoring the pinch of jealousy at the thought of him here with someone else.

"You want to put it on or do you want me to?"

I look back to him, and my brain nearly short-circuits at the sight of him pumping his fist leisurely over himself.

"I'll let you do it," I say, passing him the foil packet, which he eagerly rips into before rolling it down his shaft.

Sterling pats his thighs, signaling for me to climb on top of him. I hesitate momentarily, wondering if I'll be too heavy.

His lips tilt up in a knowing grin, as if he can read my mind. "Baby, I can take it."

I suck in a deep breath, mentally hyping myself before swinging my leg back over his, landing right below his abs.

Immediately, I feel stupid. Obviously, he can handle my weight, as proven earlier tonight. Not to mention, the man's packing pure muscle beneath his clothes.


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