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She did as he asked, letting his cock press into her mouth, keeping her lips only slightly open, giving him friction as each inch slid inside. When she was as full of him as she could manage, she brought her hands to the rest of his length, squeezing lightly. Bella took a quick glance up into his face, into eyes that were deliciously tortured with a pleasure she now completely understood.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked, beginning to lift his hips up and down.
Bella tried not to smile as she let his erection slide in and out of her mouth, starting to suckle as his gentle thrusts became quicker. She experimented with pulling him even deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat so she could devour more of him, wishing she could take even more, wondering what he would taste like when he came.
Her nipples tightened painfully as he thrust faster. She ached between her legs, already wanting more of him, the pleasure she was giving him arousing her nearly as much as when he’d tortured her with his tongue.
“I’m going to come, Bella, I’m going to come.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, suckling harder, taking him deeper even as her jaw began to ache.
“No, wait—God!” He pulled her away from his cock and moved his hands to her breasts, pressing her mounds together. He barely had time to slide his erection between them before he came in one long shuddering burst onto her chest.
“I wanted to taste you,” she said, staring at the oddly erotic sight of his cum on her breasts.
“You what?” He lifted shocked eyes to meet her own.
“I wanted to taste—”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said. Bella, I am smitten with you.” He looked heart-stoppingly serious until a crooked smile twitched at the edge of his lips.
“I think you’re smitten with sex,” Bella said, blushing.
What they had shared had been amazing, beyond amazing, but the truth remained that he was practically a stranger. She was in bed with a naked stranger after having just licked peppermint fudge off of the naked stranger’s cock.
It was nuts. This wasn’t her, and no matter how fabulous it had felt to play the temptress, now she was starting to feel out of her element.
“Don’t go.” He pulled her back into his arms and she fell onto his chest. His cum smeared across their skin.
“Mr. Miller, I think we should get cleaned up.” She tried to pull away again, even though it felt amazing to have her body pressed tight to all his warm, bare skin. So good, in fact, that she wanted to snuggle up and stay awhile despite the stickiness on her breasts.
“I’m Mr. Miller again?” Heath asked, his expression unlike any she’d seen thus far.
There was no humor, no passion, just a stark, empty second when he seemed to shut down. A pained look swirled in the depths of his eyes before he roared back to life like someone had hit his restart button.
“Great. Perfect. I’m Mr. Miller and you’re Ms. Quinn and there’s business to discuss. Let’s get to it. I always think better after a blowjob.” He rolled off the bed and hopped to his feet, striding across the room to the sink where he started the water and used one of her kitchen towels to swipe at his chest.
“Blowjob,” Bella repeated softly to herself. The way he’d said it made her feel uncertain about what they’d done for the first time.
She hadn’t felt ashamed before, though she’d never done anything one-tenth as sexually daring in her life. What they’d done had been so wonderful, so sweet and honest. It had felt perfectly right to be with Heath. It wasn’t as if she thought she loved him or he loved her, but there had been a spirit of mutual respect and tenderness…
At least that’s what she’d thought.
“You want this, Ms. Quinn?” Heath asked, turning from the sink with a rakish smile. “Cum can be worse than fudge, you better wipe that off your tits before you have to scrape it off.”
“My tits?” Her throat threatened to close up as Heath threw the towel, and it landed on her knee with a soft smack.
“What? You don’t like tits? Would breasts be better?” He shot her a condescending look, a look that said she was a naïve virgin who didn’t have the brains to realize that whether he called them tits or breasts didn’t make a bit of a difference. His attitude would be the same.
And his
attitude was not at all what she’d felt when he had been treasuring her tits in his hands. Not at all the same attitude he’d seemed to have when he’d knelt between her thighs and worshipped her pussy like it was his new religion.
She might still technically be a virgin after what they’d done to each other, but she was by no means naïve or feeling inclined to put up with any more terrible after the year she’d just had.
Somewhere inside of her, Bella felt something break.
His cocky little sneer was the proverbial last straw, the very, very last.
