Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free PDF Page A

She’d never been with a man who wasn’t cut, and she slid his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock a couple of times.
    Mr. Gorgeous sucked in a surprised breath, and Prue hurried to get his cock in her mouth before the big Dom could tell her not to. As much as he might want to stay in charge, she wasn’t about to leave the man wanting.
    Cupping a gentle hand under his heavy balls and rolling them together, Prue stroked a hand up and down his thick shaft as she stretched her mouth around the rounded knob, sucking gently as she whirled her tongue and gathered the musky pre-cum.
    Aware that Mr. Gorgeous’s breathing had become harsher and choppier, Prue wasn’t surprised when she felt a big hand on the back of her head. She froze though as the coldness of his tone registered.
    “I don’t recall requesting a blow job, Prue.”
    Prue raised her stricken eyes to his. She thought she could take the liberty with him. She thought she’d pleased him enough that he’d let her suck his cock. Now she wasn’t so sure.
    “Please, Sir, may I give you a blow job?” Prue bit her lip, holding her breath as she awaited his answer.
    “You ask so nicely. Tell me, where did you learn such pretty manners?” Mr. Gorgeous punctuated his words with a slow caress of Prue’s scalp, his big fingers digging into her hair and pulling it lightly.
    Prue swallowed. “I’m a sub, Sir. I haven’t been trained in depth, but I know the basics.”
    Mr. Gorgeous’s eyes went flinty. “Your training is lacking, sub. Any submissive who unzips a Dom’s pants without his express permission is begging for punishment. Do you want to be punished?”
    Prue had no idea how to answer that one. The idea of punishment at this man’s hands was delicious to imagine, but she was too wrapped up in feeling crummy that he was disappointed with her.
    “No, Sir.”
    Mr. Gorgeous caressed Prue’s scalp again, and she practically melted when he spoke next.
    “If you had waited, little sub, I would have ordered you to your knees to return the favor. Remember who gives the orders here.”
    Prue looked up at him. “If it pleases you, Sir, may I suck you off?” She folded her hands in front of her, adopting a submissive pose she hoped pleased him. She was gratified when she heard him chuckle.
    “Honey, if we had the time, I’d show you exactly how I like my cock sucked. But right now your submission is so sweet, I need you to relax and take it. Hands behind your back.”
    He matched actions to words, winding his big hands into Prue’s hair and securing her head so that it stayed immobile. Prue instinctively let him guide her, opening her mouth and softening her lips and tongue as she hovered just over the head of his thick dick.
    The first thrust nearly made her gag. He was so thick she almost panicked, but she relaxed as he disengaged one of his hands long enough to stroke her cheek.
    “Easy, sweetheart. Just relax your mouth and let me fuck you.”
    Prue did as she was told. She relaxed her jaw and cheeks, allowing her tongue to rest pressed lightly to the underside of his dick. This time when he thrust forward, she was ready. The thrust carried him almost to the back of her throat, and Prue was gratified as she peeked up at him and saw that he was looking down at her with a decadent look on his chiseled face. He thrust forward again, this time a little harder, carrying him a little deeper. He established a rhythm until he was pistoning in and out of Prue’s mouth, the deep thrusts never lasting long enough for her to gag on his thick length. All the while Prue watched him through her lashes, loving the line of his jaw as he clenched it against the impending wave of his climax.
    “Sweetheart, I’m going to come. I want you to swallow, but you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, move now .”
    Rather than shying away from the prospect of having her mouth filled with his ejaculate, Prue felt her pussy spasm. She liked it dirty where he was