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“Fuck, yes. God, Maya,” I say, my voice rough and my fingers tightening in her hair as she sucks the first inch of me into the heat of her mouth. “God, you’re incredible. You’re driving me crazy.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t stop. Her movements become more assured as she takes more of me into her mouth, her tongue sliding against the underside of my cock in a way that makes my vision blur.
“Now use your hand,” I grit out. “Wrap it around the base to reach the part you can’t get with your mouth.”
She does, wrapping her fingers around the lowest part of my shaft, her strokes in sync with the movements of her mouth. The combination is almost too much, and I have to fight to keep my hips still, to keep from taking control.
She glances up at me, her eyes wide and hungry, clearly enjoying giving pleasure every bit as much as she enjoys receiving it. The sight of her like this—beautiful, eager, and completely focused on owning me with her mouth—nearly undoes me.
“Damn,” I murmur, my thumb brushing against her cheek. “You’re so good, baby. You’re so fucking good. Just slow down a little, beautiful. If you don’t, I’m going to finish way too fast.”
She follows my guidance, her movements slowing but still sexy, deliberate. Her tongue swirling against me as she worksmy cock with her mouth, her innocent enthusiasm for the task is a turn-on like no other. She moans softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t help fisting my hand tighter in her hair.
“God, Maya,” I rasp, taking control of her head as I thrust a little deeper. “Can you take me like this? Is that too much? Can you relax your throat for me, baby?”
She moans and obliges, making my head spin.
“Perfect, so perfect,” I chant, thrusting into her faster, unable to hold back any longer. The pleasure builds, hot and insistent, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. “Maya,” I murmur, my voice tight. “I’m close. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, pull back now.”
She doesn’t pull back; she simply moans and sucks me more insistently as I piston between her lips and her hand strokes me in perfect sync. The sight of her, the feel of her, the soft, muffled sounds she makes as she takes as much of me as she can manage and then more—everything pushes me closer to the edge until I shatter with a guttural cry.
My release crashes through me in sticky waves of pleasure as I come down her throat, something primal in me celebrating the sight of her swallowing me down.
Finally, long seconds later, as I’m spiraling down from the high, she pulls back, her cheeks flushed as she lets my cock slip from her lips.
“B plus?” she asks softly, her voice uncertain despite the smile tugging at her lips.
I reach for her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her deeply, pouring everything I can’t put into words into the kiss.
“A plus,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re a sex goddess. I just wish I were still hard so I could give you the fucking you deserve.”
“I can wait,” she whispers as she leans into me, her arms wrapping around my neck. “But I want you to fuck me. That made me so wet, Anthony. I had no idea it would turn me on so much. I want you so much right now, it’s crazy.”
I reach between her legs, groaning as her slickness coats my fingers. “That is crazy. The only thing crazier is you thinking I’m going to make you wait. Lay back on the bed and spread your legs, angel. I’m going to fuck you with my mouth before I fuck you with my cock.”
“Anthony,” she says, the way she says my name—like a prayer and a promise— making it the best word I’ve ever heard.
I’ve never been a big fan of my name, but with Maya…
“I would sell my soul to hear you say my name like that every day,” I say as I kiss my way down her stomach. “Like you can’t wait for me to take you. Like you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t,” she says, moaning as I slide two fingers into her hot pussy. “I’ll never get enough.”
And neither will I.
Which is why I have to put an end to the fucking lies.
You’ll tell her tomorrow, I promise myself as I suck her clit into my mouth.
But for tonight, I let myself get lost in the pretend one more time.
This pretend that feels more real with every passing second, so real I can barely remember what reality was like before her…
chapter 16
ANTHONY
Thanks to Maya’scrack-of-dawn meeting with the inspector, we’re at my favorite deli in the Financial District a good hour ahead of the usual work rush, ensuring we’re at no risk of running into anyone from the office.