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CHAPTER 14

Sloane

I should have kneed him in the nuts, kicked him out, and told him to go to fucking hell.

I didn’t.

Instead of doing any of that, I was kneeling between his legs, his fingers tangled in my hair, and the taste of his pre-cum washing over my tongue.

It was shameful.

Wicked.

And fuck me, I wanted more. More of his hands. More of his words. More of his mouth, his tongue, hiscock.

His grip on my hair was firm, but not painful. He guided me as I wrapped my lips around his shaft again, bobbing my head up and down the length of his shaft. He was thick and heavy on my tongue, and when his grip tightened and he groaned, the sound echoed throughout the apartment.

He tasted good.

The smell of his soap and cologne was all around me, making my head swim. The warmth of his skin, the heat radiating off him, it all felt so good.

I never expected this.

To want it.

To need it.

Something about the way he held me down, punished me, forced me to surrender, and the way he touched me after too. Gentle and tender and somehow sort of reverent. Like he understood me the way no one else ever had.

Like he knewme.

Or like he wanted to know me and maybe even keep me. And the thought of that was almost as intoxicating as his hand in my hair and his cock on my tongue.

“You like that, Sloane?”

I hummed around his cock, the vibrations making him grunt and pull harder at my hair.

“Good girl. Now, take it deep. Take every inch, little girl, and swallow my cum. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you come again.”

Fuck.

There was something about the filthy way he talked. It did things to me. Dark, delicious, dirty things.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Show me how much of a little slut you can be.”

He didn’t give me any time to prepare. He thrust his cock down my throat, and he wasn’t gentle. I choked, my eyes watering, but he didn’t let up. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he fucked my face.

I tried to relax my throat, letting him slide deeper, but it was hard. He was so big, and his cock filled my mouth so completely, stretching my lips around his girth.

I dug my nails into his thighs and sucked harder, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, trying to do the best that I could do as he used my mouth as he saw fit.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he groaned. “Just like that, Sloane.”

He fucked my face harder, and I groaned around his cock. My cheeks felt tight, my jaw was sore from being stretched so wide, and my throat ached from the tip of his cock, and I realized at that moment that he wasn’t even close to being done.

My face fucking was just getting started.

I sucked harder, desperate to please him, and he rewarded me with another low groan.