Chapters (64)
- Recluse
- Dedication
- Book Description
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Prologue
- Charlie
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- Epilogue
- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Best thing you could do to show appreciation to a man? Every woman knew the answer.
Give him head.
And that was just what I was about to do.
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Roy
Her little pink tongue slid out from between her lips and she licked the head of my cock.
And I nearly exploded on the spot.
I hadn’t had a lot of women, but every one of them had given me head. Every one of them had exclaimed over the size of my cock.
Charlie Waters hadn’t said anything about my cock, but here she was, on her knees, about to take it into her sweet, warm mouth.
I had to keep cool. Had to hold on.
On the other hand, we were in a hurry.
I grabbed the back of her head and gently pushed her toward me, filling her mouth with my dick.
She let me.
She fucking let me.
All my other women had balked at that. Wanted to go at their own pace. Didn’t want me leading. I even understood, since it was their mouth and they could easily choke if I wasn’t careful.
But Charlie let me push her face toward me, took my cock to the back of her throat.
I wanted to come inside that hot little mouth. But I also wanted to come inside that hot little pussy. In that hot little ass, something I never thought I’d be interested in.
God, but I was. I was interested in everything with her. With this amazing, gorgeous woman who sparkled.
Yeah. That was the word. Charlie Waters sparkled. It wasn’t just the silver in her eyes. That was a big part of it, but it went deeper. She was beautiful, from her gorgeous hair to her cute little toes, but she sparkled from the inside out. It was her heart. Her artist’s heart. Her good heart.
Emotion coiled through my belly, making me feel slightly nauseated but in a good way. These were powerful feelings—powerful feelings I’d never experienced.
I feared I’d never experience them again.
“Take me.” I led her mouth down the shaft of my cock and then off again. “Take all of me.”
I wasn’t familiar with a lot of cocks, but the few women I’d been with had said I was huge. My little silver was a trouper. She took it all, even held it for a few seconds as I nudged the back of her throat.
I had to give her a break. I let go of her hair to let her set the pace.
And she did. She did exactly as she had been doing. She took me deep, to the back of her throat, held for a few precious seconds, and then released.