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When we reached the bedroom, I lifted her in the air. Her legs wrapped around my waist and my lips went to her neck.

“You always smell so fuckin’ good. I want to eat you up.”

Freyja pulled back to look at me. “What’s stopping you?”

I groaned and tossed her on the bed. Her laughter had me pulsing behind my zipper. I removed my jacket and tie, tossing them onto the chair in the corner.

I started on the buttons of my shirt. My eyes remained on Freyja, as she watched my fingers swiftly push each button through the hole, slowly exposing my chest. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip.

With my shirt unbuttoned, I left it on and climbed on the bed to crawl over her.

“You aren’t getting undressed,mo bandia.”

“I was distracted.” She laid back, pulling me with her as our lips connected in a frenzy of need. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, her lips never leaving mine.

I sat up, my knees straddling her hips, and unbuckled my pants. Freyja didn’t hesitate. Her hands went to my boxers, pulling them down and releasing my cock. Her hand wrapped around the base, and I hissed.

“Does that hurt?” she asked coyly.

“So fuckin’ good.”

I sat back on my heels, careful to keep my weight off her, as she stroked me. My head fell back, and I missed the moment her tongue slipped between her pink lips to swipe the tip of my dick.

“Fuck!”

Peering down at her, she took me in her mouth. Her eyes focused on me, and I saw every emotion she was feeling. Trepidation. Arousal. Love.

My hand brushed her hair, and I held the back of her head.

“You look so pretty sucking my cock,mo bandia.” Her eyes smiled at my praise, her mouth never losing suction. She was so fucking good at this. I wanted to close my eyes and revel in the feelings, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” I praised, and her eyes closed briefly. The faint blush covering her cheeks had me pulling back before I blew too soon.

I grabbed the headboard with my left hand. My right hand still holding her head. I leaned forward and thrust into her mouth.

“Will you let me come down your throat, Freyja?”

She shook her head as her hands went to my ass, and she squeezed each cheek, pulling me forward. I picked up my pace, my eyes locked on hers. Her tongue slid along the underside of my dick until I felt the back of her throat and saw her gag. I pulled back briefly before pushing forward again. My cock pulsed on her tongue and I exploded.

“Fuck, Freyja. Take it all. Swallow every fuckin’ drop.”

I held her head against my pelvis, and I felt her throat contract as she swallowed me down. When I tried to pull away, she held me still. Licking me clean like a dripping ice-cream cone.

When she released me, I fell to the side. My pants still sitting below my ass.

“Jesus Christ, woman. Are you trying to kill me?”

“So you liked it?”

I gaped at the beautiful creature next to me. “Liked it? You fuckin’ own me.” I pulled her against my chest. “I might need a minute for my soul to crawl back into my body.”

Her giggle did me in. That sound renewed not only my soul, but my dick hardened, immediately ready for more.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Freyja

Blowjobs weren’t my thing. I had never really enjoyed them. But sometimes, a woman felt obligated. If a guy went down on her, there was a sense of reciprocity that often overtook us.