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With how wet he was, I slid all the way down in increments. When my nose rubbed his pubis, he was making garbled noises as if he’d forgotten the English language.
That was when I swallowed around him.
“Holy fucking shit,” he rasped, the words thick and dense, dropping to the floor as if they had weight to them. “This is… your mouth. Oh, Jesus. Thank you, baby. You’re so fucking good to me. Taking all of me. My bad girl. So fucking bad—”
I’d inadvertently frozen when he’d started that sentence with ‘my.’
Good girl.
That was what I thought he’d say.
Those were words I didnotwant to hear.
But of course, he was Conor. And even when he was on cloud nine, when he was staring paradise in the face, he knew how to say the right thing.
That heartburn was back.
“My naughty girl. So fucking naughty,” he rasped again, making my fingers speed up above my clit. “That beautifully filthy mouth of yours. So perfect.”
I rumbled nonsense words around him just to hear him choke out a moan. Then I started to rock my head. His fingers clamped in my hair but he didn’t force the pace.
As I fucked him with my throat, I began to move faster, then, with my free hand, I dragged at his pants to create more space so I could reach into his fly and rub his balls together.
There wasn’t enough room, but the compression had him hoarsely groaning with the ecstasy thatIgavehim and made his hips snap forward.
And somehow, that gave my pleasure wings.
I came.
It was a bit like a sneeze in comparison to what he could give me, but it was better than a slap in the face.
What made it better was how I’d done it myself, how there’d been no wall to scale, but the real cherry on the sundae was when he whispered his thanks as I swallowed every drop he had to give me.
Praising me and worshiping me as if I were the first person to ever give him a blow job—
No.
My mind froze.
It tripped over the thought.
And I pushed it aside.
I stayed where I was, continuing to swallow his cum until he was done and his hands were urging me to release my hold on him.
When his dick was free, he lowered to his knees in front of me, and with his fingers still in my hair, he speared me with an unexpected kiss.
He had to have tasted himself but he didn’t seem to care, didn’t even care that his dick was going to freeze off if he didn’t pack it away. He just thrust his tongue against mine, rocking into me, thanking me with his mouth formymouth.
I didn’t even know I needed that ‘thank you’ until it came via Conor’s lips.
When I smiled, he rasped, “I need to taste this kiss.”
“You are,” I mumbled, angling my head, wanting more. Wanting everything.
The crazy thing was that, for the first time in my life,everythingdidn’t seem that far out of reach.
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