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“You know what I want.”
“Really?” She let her bottom lip glide over him and she could taste him, salty and slick against her mouth. “How am I supposed to know what you want if you won’t tell me?”
“Grace,” he said darkly, the word barely a rumble of sound.
“Mmm?” She kissed him again, with the cruelest whisper of pressure.
He was silent for a moment and she had to bite back a smile. He didn’t want to play this game. Well, neither had she, but he’d persuaded her, finally. And she’d persuade him. She stroked her hand slowly up his shaft and flicked her tongue out to lick the tiny bead of liquid she’d inspired. “Mmm.”
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “Please.”
“Please what?”
He took a deep breath and a shudder moved through his body. “Please…take me in your mouth.”
She laughed a little, but it was mostly shock. Shock that his words felt like a blow. Like a violent shove of lust that nearly shattered her. This was a secret she hadn’t known. No wonder he’d pushed her so hard that night. This was magic, a power over another person’s body, over their voice and their will and pride.
God.
Grace parted her lips and pressed her open mouth to him. She let her tongue touch him and heard him suck in a breath at the heat.
As the taste of him spread over her tongue, her heart pounded hard and the tension between her legs wound tighter. She let him slide over her tongue until her lips were around the head, and then she sucked at him and heard him moan. She wanted to laugh again with the sheer joy of it, but she just slid off and then took him in again, a little deeper this time.
“Yes,” he hissed, his hips bucking a little. She teased him with her tongue, rubbing and sucking, then looked up to flash laughing eyes at him. He didn’t look amused. “More,” he ordered.
Another push of lust into her veins. He was a big man. Big and confident and overwhelmingly masculine. And she liked him issuing orders more than she would’ve expected.
She took more. Her lips stretched over him as his breathing roughened. She’d never be able to take him all, so she tightened her fist around the base of his shaft and worked it in time with her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “Like that. God, that feels good. Just like that.”
She hummed her approval into his cock and worked him in and out of her mouth. On her knees. Taking more, just as he’d ordered.
“Grace. Jesus. Just…like that. Please.” His hand touched her head, barely grazing her hair. She knew he wanted to take her now. Twist his hand into her hair and make her take everything. Strange that she could feel so powerful in this pose, but she did. She felt like she could make this grown man weep for her.
She was so turned on. Nearly desperate. She slid her mouth slowly from him, marveling at how much of him she’d managed to take.
He was panting now, staring down at her, eyes glittering and dazed.
“Come here,” she whispered.
For a moment, he didn’t seem to understand what she meant. His gaze was blank, confused. But then he slid down to his knees and kissed her, his wet cock pressing hard into her belly. She pushed him until he sat down, then climbed onto his thighs and pushed him to his back.
“Condom?”
“Right. Yeah.” He turned his head and stared at his jeans for a moment, as if he weren’t quite sure of his movements. But he finally reached out just as Grace reached for him.
“Christ,” he cursed, as she wrapped a tight fist around his wet cock. He fumbled with the wrapper as she pumped her hand, thoroughly enjoying the way his hips jumped up in eagerness.
“Does that feel good?” she asked coyly.
“You know it does, damn it.” The plastic finally tore open, but he paused to watch her fist slide up and down him.
“What do you want now?” she asked, rising up on her knees to look down at him.
“You. Please. I want you riding me.”
“Yeah?” She stroked him again and reached for the condom.
