Bachelor Swap by Lacey Black (best ebook reader under 100 .TXT) 📗

very good. He didn’t even give me an orgasm. So when you wanted to do it, I was nervous and scared. I was afraid there was something wrong with me, but then you showed me that wasn’t the case at all.”

His lips curl upward into a mischievous grin. “So, what you’re saying is some shmuck you dated couldn’t get you off with his mouth on your sweet pussy, but I was able to in like, what, two minutes?”

I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to be so proud about it.”

He barks out a laugh. “Oh yes I do. I’m damn proud that I made you come with my mouth, and the fact some dick before me couldn’t, well, that’s just the icing on the cake, sweetheart.”

He continues to watch me, but I don’t feel as self-conscious as I did earlier. Instead, I feel…sexy. My eyes catch on the impressive bulge in his jeans begging to come out and play. Feeling bolder than ever before, I sit up, pulling my legs together and kneeling before him. Matthew doesn’t move, just waits and lets me take the lead.

“May I?” I ask, nodding toward his fly.

He groans and closes his eyes. “I might not survive if you do, but holy hell, do I want you to touch me.”

I reach forward and place my palms against his abs. He flexes and tightens against me but doesn’t move. I slowly shift my hands down, unfastening the button on his jeans. As I gently release the zipper, I can already see his erection pressed hard beneath his boxers, a small wet spot at the tip that makes my mouth water.

“Can I…take those off?”

“Please do. I think I’m losing circulation below the beltline,” he says, a humorous, yet pained grin on his lips.

With a chuckle of my own, I grasp the sides of his jeans and pull them down. When they hit mid-thigh, he shifts off the bed and removes them the rest of the way. He leaves his boxers on, most likely waiting for me to give the go-ahead. When he returns, he sits on the bed and waits for direction.

I crawl to him and gently press on his chest, encouraging him to lie down. Matthew places his arms behind his head casually, but I can tell by the tautness of his body, he’s anything but. He watches me closely as I shift myself to his hip and stare down at his boxers. They’re the only thing standing in the way now. There’s a slight tremble to my fingers as I grab the elastic waistband and give them a tug. Matthew lifts his hips in assistance, remaining in place. When the material reaches his ankles, I toss them on the floor and return to my position at his hips and get my first good look at his hard length.

Oh God.

He’s…huge.

Sure, I had anticipated the sheer size of him, having felt it pressed against me and had my hand around it in his pants, but seeing it now, in person, lying on his stomach so big and hard, I had slightly underestimated what we were working with here.

“That’s…impressive.” My throat is thick and dry.

He chuckles. “You’re good for my ego, sweetheart.”

I don’t reply, just return my gaze to his cock. I take a deep breath and reach for it, loving the way his smooth hardness feels against my palm. I take it completely in my hand and give it a gently squeeze. Matthew groans, and a little bead of wetness gathers on the head of his erection. Suddenly, I need to taste it, taste him. I bend down and swipe my tongue along the head, licking away the moisture.

“Holy fuck,” he grits, his abs tightening.

Feeling a new wave of boldness, I hold him firmly in place and lower my mouth around him. I slide my tongue along the seam where the head meets the shaft before slowly working my way down, taking him into my mouth as far as I can. It doesn’t seem like it’s much, but the sounds erupting from his mouth lets me know he’s enjoying it, nonetheless.

I position myself a little more comfortably at his side and start to slide my hand up and down. I return my mouth to the head of his erection, licking away more wetness, and sliding my mouth over his length. I hollow out my cheeks, applying a touch of suction as I begin to move. I swear I can feel him swell beneath my grip as he grunts and rocks his hips. I can tell with each passing second, he’s drawing closer and closer to release.

Adjusting my hand, I start to move faster, squeezing just a bit harder. Matthew groans, his hips jerk, as I take him deeper than ever, feeling the tip of his length brush against the back of my throat. My mouth waters, lubricating my hand and helping it slide easier. When I add a little wrist twist, his hips jut up and he reaches for my hand. “Enough.”

Trying to process his demand, I sit up and look at him, his eyes feral and intense. “What?” I ask, only releasing his shaft as he removes my hand from his body.

“Enough, sweetheart,” he insists, bringing my palm up to his mouth and placing a kiss on my wrist. “I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I didn’t want to explode in your mouth. I want to be inside your warm, tight body for the first time,” he adds, sitting up and reaching for the nightstand drawer. I watch as he pulls a condom out and sets it on the bed. “Lie down, Ky.”

I do as instructed, positioning my head in the middle of a pillow. I watch as he rips open the small foil package and sheathes his erection with the protection. He crawls between my spread legs and takes his position at my thighs.

Before he aligns himself up with me, he meets my eyes. “There’s still time to back out, if you’re not