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Whatever he has to give me, I want it.
A few more uncontrolled thrusts later, and he comes into my mouth.
Hot, salty fluid lands in my throat, on my tongue. I try to take all of it, but there’s so much. Whatever I can’t swallow seeps out of my mouth, adding to the mess my face has become.
Theo pulls out, but not because he’s gone soft.
No, he’s still hard when he drops to the floor in front of me.
My arousal doesn’t shield me from my embarrassment. He’s here, in my face while I’m marred by tears, saliva, and his cum. I cast my eyes to the floor, raising my hand to wipe my chin.
“Not happening.” Theo grips my wrist, moving it to the side of my body, tipping my head up. “Don’t youeverhide from me.”
And just when I think he can’t surprise me anymore, Theo curls his fingers around the side of my neck, leans over, and kisses me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Theo
Makingawomancryhas never been my kink. I lied when I told Prue I got off on spit and tears and a woman gagging on my dick.
I do, because of her.
She’s the one who plants these cravings in my head. The unconventional, depraved scenarios she’s been starring in every single night since I met her.
Just like I didn’t know sucking a woman’s clit, then coming in her mouth while she sleeps would be something I liked.
Wherever I go, work or the building’s gym, I have to suppress my hard-on. I can’t stop thinking about her dreaming face with my cum in her mouth.
She does it to me. I get fucking high on that shit. And I’m not the least bit sorry.
After watching her surrender just now, letting me pound into her mouth and beg for more…I’m gone for her. She owns me, possesses me.
My cock is hard as if I didn’t just ejaculate so much of my seed into her mouth it’s leaking out. The taste of my cum on Prue’s lips mixed with her spit and her tears breaks whatever subtlety has been left in me.
I pull away from our kiss. My fingers lock and clench on her neck, making her wheeze the air she inhales and exhales.
“On your back.” A single, powerful command.
She casts her eyes to where my palm grips her. I’m not sure if it’s a look ofI like this, don’t stoporI can’t when you’re strangling me.
Either way, the muscles in my lower stomach coil tighter. She doesn’t disobey me verbally. A part of her succumbs to the fear of being under my command.
She stood up to her dad, to the people in the café.
She doesn’t give a shit about anyone.
Except me.
I lick my lips, reluctantly letting go of her throat. The good, naked, and at-my-mercy girl she is, she does what she was told to. She draws her legs beneath her, lying down on her back.
The warm glow of Los Angeles’s sunshine illuminates her perfect body. Her aroused nipples, the dampness leaking to her inner thighs as she lies on the floor next to the door.
“Is this okay?” she whispers, her dainty fingers resting on her hip bones, flexing on them.
Showing me how nervous she is.
Fuck.
