She stood up and turned to face him.

He tucked his hands under her breasts and lifted, gazing at each one. He caressed them gently. Sparks flared from her nipples to her inner core.

“That feels so good, Mr. Gallagher.”

He leaned forward and licked her nipple, suckled for a moment, driving her wild, then lapped at the other. When he drew away, abandoning her needy breasts, she moaned in disappointment.

“Now it’s time for you to do something for me.”

“Anything, sir.”

He smiled. “Kneel down.”

She knelt, conscious of the growing bulge in his pants.

“Undress me.”

“Yes, sir.”

She started with the top button of his shirt and unfastened it, catching a glimpse of hard muscle beneath. That expanded as she undid the second, then the third. When she had all the buttons undone, she ran her hands up his stomach, then over his chest, delighting at the feel of his rock-hard, sculpted muscles under her fingertips.

She pushed the shirt off, then her gaze dropped to his pants. She unfastened the button, then grasped the zipper tab and pulled it down. Slowly. Inside, she could see his thick, swollen cock straining at the light cotton of his briefs. He stood up, his body moving closer to her, and pushed down his pants. Then he waited, his briefs still covering—barely—his distended cock.

She tucked her fingers under the elastic and drew them down, slowly. Her gaze locked on the exposed head of his cock, then the long shaft as she drew down the fabric. She pushed the briefs down his thick thighs to the floor, then gazed up at his long, hard cock, pointing straight to the ceiling.

Maybe it just appeared so incredibly long because she was looking up at it, but when she straightened up and he sat down, she found herself gazing at it close-up and her eyes widened.

“Oh, my God. It’s so big.”

He chuckled. “True.” Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her ear. “And soon it will be inside you.”

The softly spoken words swirled into her ear and she sucked in a breath. Yes, she wanted that. So badly.

“Now suck it,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, mesmerized by the sight of his monumental shaft.

She wrapped her hand around the base, barely able to get her fingers around it, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip.

It was his turn to moan, a soft, yet masculine utterance.

She dragged her tongue over him, tasting the salty droplet glistening near the small opening on the crown. Then she swept her tongue over him again.

She opened her mouth and took his mushroom-shaped head inside her mouth. Twirling her tongue under the ridge, she delighted in the sound of his murmurs of approval.

Her hand stroked up and down his hard shaft as she teased his cockhead, listening to his rapid breathing. She glided downward, taking as much of his length as she could, then slid up again, her hand following. He watched her, his eyes burning with desire.