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I feel a giddy laugh bubble up, and he jolts like it tickled him. I take him in deeper, so deep, my throat protests, squeezing around his tip.

He gasps, stiffening.

Not gonna lie—it hurts. I’m still so raw from nearly drowning last night, but hell if I’m going to let that stop me.

Fingers twist in my hair, tugging, prompting me to peek a glance through my lashes.

“Christ,” he murmurs, lips slackly framing the words. His eyes dart all over my face before screwing shut like he’s in pain. “What am I doing?”

Despite his words, he throws his head back, and arches up into my mouth like he can’t resist. The strong cords in his neck stand out glaringly in the thinning darkness, pulsing with his swallow.

Something stutters in my chest, bringing about a wave of awareness.

Easing off him, I swallow and lick my lips, chasing his taste. Savoring it.

“Is this okay?” I whisper, nervous all of a sudden. “I, uh, never did this before.”

His body jerks, quaking, muscles constricting inward. He lowers his chin to his chest and meets my gaze.

My cheeks heat, and I squirm, fighting the urge to hide my face.

His hand roughly cups my cheek. A thumb drags over my lip, pulling it away from my teeth.

“It’s perfect,” he rumbles. Then so quietly, I’m sure I’m mistaken, he mumbles, “You’re perfect. God fucking help me.”

And then he’s shoving his cock deep down my throat.

It’s rough. Aggressive. It burns…

Tears sear my eyes, spilling from the corners, not unlike the drool dripping down my chin.

All I can do is hold on. Take it. Let him fuck my face, like this is what I was meant to do all along. Nothing else exists—not what came before. Not what will come after.

Just. This.

Fingers rake roughly through my hair, clasping the back of my head. “Good, so so good,” he mumbles, a snarl gutting out his words. “Fuck, why is this so good?”

My eyes flare, cheeks flaming, my chest heating to near-combustible temperatures. If my heart hasn’t melted yet, I can’t imagine it has much longer to go before nothing’s left.

Something fractures in his expression, and his dark, glittering eyes grow hooded, almost hazy, like he too is lost in a spell.No…like he’spossessed.

“There you go,” he grits out, fucking my mouth. “That’s it. You’re taking it so good.”

A thrill skates down my spine, sheeting my skin in goosebumps.

Spurred on by his praise, I open my mouth wider for him, hollowing my cheeks, wrenching my jaw open as far as it can go. Taking him deep, deep, deep to the back of my throat.

Again, my body constricts when his cock gets lodged back there—trapping a cough.

“Fffuck,” he chatters out between his teeth. And he just holds me there on his cock. My nose flares for breath, and more chills break out across my shoulders. “God, look at you. So goddamn sweet.”

My lashes flutter shut at the unexpected compliment, and I slide my free hand down between my legs, cupping my cock in my hand. I’m painfully hard, my tip weeping like a faucet.

Never have I been so simultaneously uncomfortable and turned on in all my life. I didn’t think it was possible…

Nolan finally eases his grip on my nape, letting me slide back. Strings of spit hang between my wet, swollen, stretched out lips. I gasp, choking on air.

Swallowing a couple times, I hurriedly guide his tip back to my mouth, rubbing it over my tongue.

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