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She moves up and down. My cock is glistening with her saliva. I let her have complete control over this moment—at least for now. Soon, I’ll take over, but for right now, this is fucking perfect and beautiful.
In this moment, she owns me.
Claire closes her eyes as her hand moves with her mouth, saliva coating every inch of my cock and dripping down my balls and her hand. It’s fucking amazing. Flexing my hips, I gently fuck her mouth.
My control is slipping, even though I want her to have this, but I’m only a man, just a man, and I can’t hold on for much longer. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat, halting her movement.
“Be real still, hummingbird,” I rasp, taking another step toward her.
Looking down into her eyes, I tangle the fingers of my other hand in her hair, and I fuck her mouth. It’s slow and easy. I’m careful not to do it too deep or fast, but I want to. Fucking hell, how I want to bury my cock down her throat.
She whimpers, then moans as her nostrils flare. I watch her, ensuring she doesn’t suffocate, but then again, I’m not sure I would mind if she did… just a little bit anyway. Thrusting my hips, I move in and out of her mouth, feeling her throat bulge beneath my grip with each downstroke.
When my balls draw up and my back tingles, I close my eyes and let out a grunt as I take a step backward. Dipping my chin slightly, I look down at her and smirk. She’s got saliva all over her chin, her cheeks are red, her lips swollen, and mascara streaks her face.
She’s perfect.
CLAIRE
Coleman stares down at me,his eyes sparkling, his pants around his ankles, his cock jutting straight toward my mouth, wet with my saliva. I don’t know why, but I want him to come down my throat. Want to taste him on my tongue. I want every part of him inside every part of me.
I watch as he starts to unbutton his shirt, then he slides that down his arms and kicks his shoes off. Sliding my gaze up his naked body, I pause on his chest. There is a patch over his chest.
“What happened?” My heart is racing at the thought of something happening to him.
He hums as I stare at his chest. He looks down at it, then flicks his attention back to meet mine. “Got new ink today,” he states.
I open my mouth to ask him why and what it is when he tears the bandage off. It’s a fancy black crest with a cursiveHin the center. My brows snap together as I shift my attention back up to meet his.
“What’s this?” I ask softly.
He chuckles. “This is my family crest,” he states. “I earned this.”
I don’t ask him how he earned it. I have a feeling it was for everything that’s happened the past few days. I’m not sure I want to know, really. Their family is more like a Mafia-type organization and less like a cozy family that dances and sings Christmas carols around the piano during the holidays.
“I love it,” I whisper.
He gives me a wide smile and stays like that as he watches me for a quiet moment. “Stand, Claire.”
Slowly, I stand to my feet, then tilt my head back far enough so I can look into his eyes. They sparkle. I love it when they do that. It’s almost as if we’re the only two people on the planet. We’re here together, and nothing else in the whole world exists.
Just us.
Just two people who were brought together by maybe not the best circumstances, but we’re two people who belong to one another. Coleman wipes the saliva from my chin and the wetness from the tears that streak my cheeks.
“Take your clothes off,” he rasps gently, his demand not to be defied.
I do as he asks, as he states. I strip out of my clothes, baring myself for him. All of me exposed, and not just the outside, but the inside as well. He has access to my entire being. I’ve fallen in love with him.
Complete and absolute love.
I don’t understand how or when it happened. Maybe it was when he discovered that my parents had been hurting me in an attempt to control me, and it angered him. I didn’t know that a man who could buy another person could feel compassion. But he does, at least for me. I’m not quite sure what that means, but he makes me feel good.
Physically and emotionally.
He makes all of me feel good.
Coleman extends his arm and cups my breast, his fingers curling as he slides his thumb across my hard nipple. I suck in a breath, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache between my legs.
