Battered Not Broken by Celia Kyle Page B

jerked
in response.
    Legs widening beneath her let Gillian slide
to the ground beneath Conner’s thighs, getting comfortable for what
she had planned. Sitting on her heels, hand still buried and tight
around his cock, she milked him softly as she tugged at his jeans
and made more room.
    “Gilly…”
    “Mine, Conner. Save the protests for
later.”
    Pulling the cotton fabric of his underwear
down, she exposed his erection to the harsh winter winds.
    “Fuck! It’s cold!” he yelled, but didn’t move
to stop her. Obviously couldn’t be too cold, Gillian thought with a
secret smile.
    The cinnamon-toned, mushroom-shaped head of
his cock leaked droplets of pre-come that begged her mouth to
taste. Leaning forward, she flicked the salty sweet fluid from his
slit, rolling the bit of his essence around in her mouth. Going
back for a second taste, she sucked the tip of his shaft into her
mouth, running her tongue along the crown as she familiarized
herself with his body.
    His hand sifted through her curls, brushing
them away so he could cup her cheek. Gillian froze under his
caress. Her heart pounded as she waited for his next move, what his
demand would be. Would he wrap his hand in her hair, forcing his
cock down her throat? She waited for the tension, the pressure as
he “guided” her to do his bidding, but it never came. His touch
remained gentle and feather-light as she ventured to take more of
him, never demanding she rush.
    Willing her heart to calm, she inhaled a deep
breath of the frost-laden air, begging her wayward thoughts to
cease. Conner wasn’t Kyle. Period. She needed to remember the
distinction.
    Widening her mouth, she slid further down
Conner’s pulsing shaft, slicking him with her saliva as she
endeavored to take him fully. His moan of appreciation could be
felt through her body; nothing existed for her but him at the
moment, him and his cock. Tapping her tongue along his erection,
she raised and lowered her head, riding his cock with her mouth,
doing her best to grant him pleasure. His hand remained light,
cupping her face, his thumb drawing circles on her cheekbone as she
sucked him. She moaned around his cock and her pussy grew damp with
each flick, lick, and suck she gave.
    Conner’s hips thrust his cock further into
her mouth, and she swallowed convulsively around him as the head
nudged the back of her throat. She wanted it all, wanted him all.
The wind whipped and whirled around them, sprinkling snow over
their bodies, but her thoughts and actions were focused on giving
him pleasure.
    Resting her hands on his hips, she inhaled,
savoring the musky scent of arousal and sex emanating from Conner,
and unable to help herself, moaned again. Increasing her suction,
she milked his cock with her mouth, begging…no, demanding from him
his release. In her mind she imagined him filling her mouth with
the salty-sweet tang of his very essence, and she craved it; wanted
to swallow every drop he’d give.
    Her mouth stroked his staff as she teased and
tempted his orgasm from him. She had a feeling he’d come soon—his
moans came more frequently, as did his gasps. Gillian upped her
tempo, sliding her lips and tongue over his saliva-slicked shaft,
doing all she could to coax his warm seed to be released.
    She sought out every vein and ridge of his
erection, flicking over and over the places she found to be most
tender and cause the greatest reaction. If he sucked in a breath,
she flicked. If he groaned, she licked. And if he swore her name,
she sucked the spot, aching to hear him scream again.
    Her ministrations were soon rewarded, the
combination of licking, flicking and sucking pushing him over the
edge. His body tightened beneath her hands, hips jerking as he
roared her name, his cock pulsing to life within the deep recesses
of her mouth. Searing hot seed burst from the tip of his cock,
filling her mouth as she’d hoped. The salty, musky taste of
Conner’s very essence seeped into her, sliding down her