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Oh, hell yes. “You sure you want my cock in your pretty little mouth? This mouth that says amazing things and is trying to save the world? You sure you want to dirty it up like that?”
“Well, see, I have high standards.” She pauses and her lips curl into a sexy, almost sly grin. “I only suck royal cock.”
I stare at her. I’m teasing her. I’m being dirty with her. And then she turns it around like that.
I give her a slow grin. “I fucking love that you’ve found your words, Abigail.”
She grins back. “Does that mean yes, you’re going to put your cock in my mouth?”
“That’s absolutely what it means.” I kiss her, hot and deep and thoroughly. Then I pull back, let go of her chin, meet her gaze directly, and say, “Kneel.”
She goes to her knees, slowly, trailing her hand down my body as she does it.
This isn’t going to last long, so I tell myself I’m not overly worried about her knees. But this is hard marble, and it only takes me two seconds to reach outside of the door, grab one of the bath towels, fold it, and push it under her knees.
She gives me a knowing smile and I know exactly what she knows—I talk dirty and tough, but I’m gone for her. I might be the one ready to give up my crown, my fucking soul to have a blow job from this woman, but she will, by God, be comfortable while she’s taking everything I have to give.
I put my hand on top of her head, the other wrapped around the hardest erection I’ve ever had. “Open up, Abigail.”
She puts her palms on my thighs, leans in, and opens.
Fuck. Did I say it won’t last long? It’s going to be about five seconds.
I slide my head over her lips, then onto her tongue. She closes around the top and licks, then sucks lightly. My fingers curl into her hair and I suck air in through my nose.
She’s barely doing anything and I’m ready to blow.
But the fact that this woman even said yes to a dance, returned a single text, even knows my name is amazing to me. That she understands what she and I can do together in Cara makes me feel something I don’t even have a word for. And that she’s here like this with me is fucking incredible.
“More,” I urge, pressing forward.
She opens again, wider, and I slide in further. I keep my hand at the base. No way can she take all of me yet. But we can work on that.
And oh, fuck, I want to work on that. And everything else with her.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” I praise. I press in a little further. She tightens her lips around me. “You’re doing so well. Such a good girl.”
Her eyes find mine and my knees feel a little weak.
“Oh, you like that?” I ask. “You like hearing that you’re a good girl? When you’re on your knees with your mouth full of my cock?”
She nods. And I give her a pass on not using words this time, because, well, she can’t.
But fuck, she likes the praise. I’ve gotten that impression before, but I know it now.
A lot of people have praised Abigail Landry. She’s been a straight-A, award-winning, top-performer in every academic endeavor she’s ever undertaken.
She knows she’s extraordinary when it comes to books and labs. But this is very personal. She needs to know she’s just as amazing when it comes to reaching into a man’s chest and taking his damned heart in her hands.
She doesn’t have as many one-on-one people connections. Other humans telling her she’s important and she matters and that the things she does for them are mind-blowing.
I, however, can absolutely say that.
“You’re so good with that tongue, honey,” I tell her, stroking her cheek. “God, you feel good. I love seeing you try so hard to take me. You’re pleasing me so much.”
She sucks me harder, then slides up and off. She runs her tongue up and down my length, then sucks at my head again.
“Fuck, Abigail. Yes.” I grip her hair a little harder, pressing her down further on my length and she lets me.
