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“Yes.” Then her mouth wraps around my aching cock, and holy.
My fingers clench in her dark strands while she draws me in further. The sight of her like this—trusting me, wanting me—it’s almost too much. Every lick, every movement of her tongue sends sparks through my body.
“Fuck…” The groan tears from my throat.
I try to keep my hips still, to let her set the pace, but she’s making it impossible to think straight.
She pulls off with a pop that should be illegal, her hand still working me. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Jesus Christ. My eyes lock on hers. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do.”
“You sure?”
She licks her lips. “Green.”
That one word snaps my control, guiding myself back into her mouth. The trust in her eyes, the way she just gives herself over—it makes me want to wreck her and protect her all at once.
“That’s it.” I growl, watching her take me. “You’re doing so good.”
She presses her thighs together, making me even harder. Knowing she’s getting off on this, on pleasing me—it drives me crazy. Tears gather in her eyes, spit drips down her chin, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
“Look at me,” I manage to rasp out, and when she does, I almost lose it right there. “Will you swallow it for me?” Please, fuck, please.
She hums around me, and that’s it.
“Prove it.” The words barely leave my mouth before everything explodes.
My vision whites out as I spill down her throat with a groan that probably is audible through the entire rooftop. Don’t care. Can’t care about anything except the wet heat of her mouth, and the way her throat works around me.
Pleasure ricochets through my body, each aftershock making my fingers tighten in her hair.
I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel her taking everything I give her.
When the world stops spinning, and my heart rate settles enough that I can form coherent thoughts again, I pull out and run my thumb over her swollen lip. “Show me.”
She tilts her head back and opens her mouth. The sight of my release on her tongue, proof of what we just shared, nearly undoes me all over again.
“Now swallow,” I say.
Like the good girl she is, she closes her mouth. I watch, entranced, as her throat works, knowing she’s taking a part of me inside her. Making herself mine in the most primal way possible.
Heat and possession surge through my chest, making my fingers tighten against her scalp. “Good girl.” The words come out like a prayer, filled with all the pride and need, and want coursing through my veins.
She’s finally mine. Really mine.
She shifts in place, clenching her legs tight again, and a smirk tugs at my lips.
“You’re squirming an awful lot down there, cupcake.” My thumb traces her bottom lip. “Are you wet?”
Her cheeks flush, but she holds my gaze. “Why don’t you find out?” Defiant even on her knees. I love that about her.
“Was that a challenge?”
“Maybe.” She licks her lips, making my spent cock twitch with renewed energy. “Or maybe I just want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” I tug her head back, exposing her throat. “After what you just did, I think you deserve a reward.”