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“Good girl. You’re taking me so well,” I groan as I pull out a little and drive back in again. She gags harder, but she still doesn’t tap me. I’m torn between seeing how far I can push her and wanting to protect her from the side of me that would get off on watching her struggle to breathe.

She sucks harder and saliva runs down her chin, whimpering when I tug her hair. “You’re doing so good. So. Fucking. Good.” I grit out each word as my abs tighten. I’m so close to filling her throat with my cum.

“Mmmf,” she mumbles. Her breathing becomes harsher, and she stops sucking. I’m literally just fucking her face until she squeezes my thigh and I ease up a bit.

“Good girl,” I say, rewarding her for following my instructions because I know how much that must have killed her. Joey Moretti never backs down from any challenge, and that’s all this is to her. “Remember to breathe, Joey,”

“Hmm,” she murmurs, and the sound vibrates through every nerve ending in my cock, making my balls tighten. Swiping my thumb over her cheek, I wipe some of her tears, smudging her makeup further. She blinks at me before she starts to suck my cock again. Her breathing evens out, and her soft moans are just as hot as her gagging.

“Fuck, baby, you’re a natural at this. You know that?” I grunt as I rock my hips, chasing the high she’s about to deliver.

She murmurs contentedly and relaxes her grip on my thighs. “You think you can take a little more, baby girl?”

“Mmm,” she mumbles with a flutter of her eyelashes.

I drive my cock against the back of her throat, and this time she’s ready for me. Her breathing remains steady even as she accepts almost every inch of me. I refrain from feeding her my entire cock. This is still her first time, and she isn’t ready for that.

My fist tightens in her hair. Her succulent pink lips stretched around my shaft as she greedily sucks as much of me as she can is the most exquisite sight I’ve ever seen.

She will never do this with anyone but me. Never. Joey Moretti is mine. All fucking mine. My balls tighten and my cock spasms, my climax pulsing through me—all searing heat and fire raging through my core.

And my girl swallows every last fucking drop, licking me from root to tip even as I pull out of her mouth. Like she’s as fucking desperate for me as I am for her.

My chest heaves and I pant for breath. Grabbing her jaw, I tilt her head up and watch, mesmerized, as she licks her lips, trying to catch the cum and spit that dripped from the sides. I catch a drop with the tip of my thumb and push it back inside her mouth. She sucks on my thumb appreciatively before she releases it with a wet pop. Fucking siren.

“How was that?” she asks. She knows it was good. She just sucked my fucking soul from my body.

“It was fucking perfect, baby girl.”

“It was?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Yes. But any man ever tries to fuck your throat like I just did, I’ll cut off his cock with a rusty blade.”

She sucks in a deep breath that makes her tits jiggle enticingly. “Max. You can’t say things like that.”

I grip her jaw tighter. She’s mine, but I can’t take her. I wish I could keep her for my own.

But the stakes are already way too high.

ChapterTwelve

JOEY

Max’s dark eyes burn into mine as he keeps a tight hold on my jaw. Licking my lips, I taste his cum again, and my core contracts with heat and need. My pussy is aching and wet. My whole plan backfired. This was supposed to be about me gaining back a little control, but I’m even more desperate for him than I’ve ever been. I had no idea that sucking his cock would get me this worked up. I assumed it was all about the guy’s pleasure, so why am I this wet between my thighs? I would do anything for this man. If he ordered me to strip naked and crawl to him on my knees, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

He pulls me up by my jaw until I’m standing and our bodies are only inches apart, his eyes never leaving mine.

I pant for breath. His jaw ticks. Time stands still.

“Max?”

“Nobody else, Joey. You understand me? No one ever does that to you but me.”

“You can’t expect me to keep that promise. You’re not even my boyfriend.”

His eyes narrow and anger creases his brow. “You know that I can’t be.”

“Why? Because you’re my brothers’ best friend? You know we’re both adults, right?”