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Then when he least expected it, I did the thing Charlotte had taught me to do on a condom covered banana: I took him all the way to the back of my throat. He staggered, but I didn’t let go of him even for a second. I moved closer as his back connected with the edge of the counter. At my eye level of his big, powerful hands. They were clenched into tight fists. My heart melted at the sight.
“Jesus, whoa …” he groaned, the sound long and guttural. “Sienna, what the fuck!”
My dedication doubled as I pulled out then hollowed my cheeks and once again drew him all the way back into my throat. With both of my hands clasped tightly around the root, I milked him, sucking hard on the sensitive head as I urged the creamy flow of ecstasy out of him.
His hand slammed against the counter and gripped hard to support his frame as his head fell back. “Oh God,” he breathed. “Sienna. Fuck!”
My hands and mouth collaborated in an urgent frequency that brought him closer and closer to the edge of his sanity. His face was contorted into a picture of delicious torment as his hands found their way to my hair, and as if he had lost his mind to everything beyond the violent release he was on the edge of, he thrust himself into my mouth.
I let him fuck my mouth. I was incredibly proud to have orchestrated this moment when he completely lost control. I watched him, memorizing everything. The feel of his smooth cock pumping frantically into me, the taste of him, the look of him. The sounds of his urgent breathing. Even the smell of the grilled cheese from the pan.
And then he came.
A roar tore through him. His body twisted and quaked as his climax overwhelmed him.
Thick, hot semen burst into my mouth and shot straight down my throat. I swallowed it all, then grabbed him once again to lick his cock clean of every last drop of his cum. I was so turned on I suspected one touch to my clit was all it would take for me to explode right there and then.
His eyes fluttered open, and my gaze met his as I continued to suck on the head of his cock, needing to milk him of whatever bit of arousal was left inside of him. He bit his bottom lip as he stared down at me and the action was so fucking erotic my heart momentarily stopped in my chest.
Roughly, he pulled me to my feet, his eyes boring into mine. “How do you do that?” he asked, one hand cradling my face. “How the fuck can you make me lose my mind like that?”
My response was to lick my lips.
With a groan, he crushed his lips to mine, and whatever strength I had drained out of my body.
I hung limply inside the arm he had hooked around my waist, aware without his support, I would have melted to a puddle on the floor. The other arm slid beneath my ass and I was lifted off my feet.
He placed me on the counter and spread my legs wide open. Then he settled his body between them. “I’ve been breaking all my rules for you, Sienna,” he growled. “Every single fucking one of them.”
I fisted his shirt in my hands, and said through gritted teeth, “I’m worth it.”
“Yes, you damn well are,” he said. “More than you can imagine.” He pulled the t-shirt over his head and violently flung it away.
My blouse was next, and he ripped it open. Buttons went flying everywhere as he pulled the material apart, exposing the fullness of my breasts encased in the dark lacy bra. Vaguely, in the back of my brain, I worried about how I would return in torn clothes, but it was like a hazy thought, without urgency or weight. His arms reached behind me and he buried his face in my neck.
I heard the lace of my bra rip from behind me. Obviously, it must have proved too hard for him to unfasten it in the one second where he’d allowed himself that task. The material was scraped down my arms, as my breasts, swollen and heavy, fell into his tough, rough hands.
“It’s been too long,” he breathed.
I could feel his body shuddering with anticipation. I was already soaking wet.
“You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you. Wanting you is like those damn parasites that get into its host and change it from the inside and cause it to behave in ways that are detrimental to it. I’m doing things I know are a disaster for me, but I can’t help myself. The hunger for you just grows and fucking grows.” It almost sounded like he was angry with me, but even more so at himself for allowing himself to want me.
