Page 126 of Trashy Affair Duet


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“I’ll never tire of touching you.”

“I don’t have any more condoms on me.”

“That’s okay,” she says as she rolls me to my back. “We don’t need them for this.” Her gaze flicks up to meet mine as she crawls down my chest, blond hair trailing over my abs. She fastens her lips around my cock, and her expression is a mixture of sexual guile and determination.

Empowerment and seduction.

Her full lips stretch around me in perfection—as if that mouth were designed to suck cock. She’s just begun, but already my control is slipping. Eyes drifting shut, I concentrate on enjoying what she’s so eager to give.

“Fucking hell, Jules.” I thrust my hips upward and expel a pleading moan for more.

Goddamn, does she ever give it to me. She licks along the underside, swirls her tongue around the head, then takes me so deep that I almost lose my shit. Gripping her by the hair, I groan her name.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take it all.”

Emboldened by her tiny moans, I push on the back of her head, urging her lips toward the root of my shaft, and lodge the tip of my cock between her tonsils. She has zero fucking fear, and her willingness to take my length into her mouth owns me to my soul. She increases the tempo, the suction, gagging relentlessly with each journey to the back of her throat. Still, she doesn’t pull away.

Not that I’d let her. I’m not prepared to give her mercy.

Because I’m wrecked, lost in the warm suction of her mouth, my neck at a constant strain as I will my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. This girl knows how to give head, and I can’t for the life of me understand how her ex criticized her for a supposed lack of skill.

What a fucking idiot.

She’s got my hands shaking, fingers tightening in her hair with each thrust of my hips bringing me in and out of her beautiful mouth. Reality narrows to this room, to this bed. A car rumbles outside in the alley, wisps of conversation drift from down the vestibule, and life is in bull-blown motion beyond the sanctuary of these four bedroom walls.

Despite all that, the world fails to exist. In this moment, I’m reduced to this wanton need clawing inside me, destroying me as her mastery sucks the fucking life out of me.

“Jesus Christ, Jules.”

No one’s ever held this kind of power over me. This beautiful, independent, sexy woman is making me the center of her universe, and I’m entranced, ruined for all others.

“Never seen anything so goddamn sexy. You have no clue what you do to me.” I push deep into her throat one last time, legs trembling, on the verge of coming. Before my control slips, I pull her off my cock.

“I need to fuck you.”

“We don’t have any condoms.”

Hesitating, I search her face, but all I find is trust and love lighting her sable eyes. “We don’t need a condom for what I have in mind.”

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