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His throat works as he takes in what I’ve said. “Oh…oh…you…you wanna play?”

I nod. “After all, I’m not sure I know what to do with something so…big.”

My feigned innocence flips another switch in his brain. “It’s easy,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “You just keep it nice and slick, and I’ll do the work.”

ChapterEleven

Cian

I don’t know what I did to deserve this other than act like a barely leashed attack dog for her.

And now Serenity wants me to tell her how to please me, even though she knows damn well how. It’s pretty simple.

My body heat spikes as I watch her savor me like an ice cream cone, from the root to the tip. She sucks in the tip again, moaning on my dick, and I nearly explode too soon.

“Spit on your hands, baby. There you go. See? You’re better at this than you think…fuck, Serenity…that feels so fucking good…now use your wet hands at the base and suck me in…oh my god…so warm and wet…is your pussy this warm and wet for me…is it gonna suck me in and spit me out this good?”

On instinct, I fist one hand in her hair, close to her scalp, to guide her. She responds by moaning louder on my dick, and my resulting ache becomes unbearable. Even so, I gently steer her up and down, slowly building our rhythm.

I never expected this, but look at her. She looks so good, her sweet lips wrapped around me, her eyes searching for my approval.

As if she needs it. Still, I give it to her.

“Perfect girl. My sparkle and shine.”

Watching her bob up and down on me so enthusiastically, I may just propose right now. Not because she gives incredible head but because she has my heart. I’m in love with America’s sweetheart.

And I’m going to make her my wife. If that means I have to sell my stake in the family business to my sister and move here, so be it.

None of that matters as long as I can worship the ground that Serenity Jackson walks on.

“That’s it…take it all.”

If she’s playing, she deserves another Golden Globe. No, an Academy Award. On my cue, she sucks me deep, and I hit the back of her throat. I nearly explode. “Fuck, Serenity!”

I try pulling her off to ensure she’s okay, but she’s not having it. She wants me to have everything. She gags, opens her throat, and then, with her confident gaze on me, she goes deeper. Tears prick her eyes.

I wait for her to blink twice. Is it wrong that I’m past the point of knowing for sure if I’d be able to stop?

But Serenity doesn’t blink; she only takes me harder, deeper, her sweet tongue and her hot mouth working me. I explode down her throat and watch as she swallows every drop.

I’m still in the throes of my release when she stands up and, with a sultry look, slyly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. And then, Serenity slips that nothing dress to the floor and steps out of it.

She’s about to start working on the nipple tape when I pull her onto my lap.

“Wait,” I whisper. “Come here.”

I run one thumb over her sore lips, then kiss her tenderly. “What is it, Cian?”

“Making sure you’re okay,” I reply. Her lips are a little chapped, and I frown. “Do you want some water?”

She doesn’t answer the question, only smiles. “You’re so sweet to me.”

Here it goes. I can’t hold back another second. “Because I love you, Serenity.”

ChapterTwelve

Serenity

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