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“You couldn’t even break things off with me, first,” I snarl. “I mean, where’s the decency? If you’re going to fool around?—”
“What, did I just go from fucking him to a full-blown relationship?” She follows me. “That’s insane, don’t you think?”
“Insane?” I grab her by the throat and force her down to her knees. “Open. Your. Mouth.”
She laughs. “What, you’re not going to lose your erection when I mention Miles?”
“I’m going to bruise the back of your throat so you hurt every time you try to talk,” I growl. I grip her chin, my fingers and thumb pinching her cheeks. “Take my dick out.”
We glare at each other.
And then… she does it.
It turns me on that she follows directions. “Good little slut,” I croon, exhaling when she cups my balls. “Now beg for my forgiveness.”
“I don’t need your forgiveness,” she spits. Her words are distorted, because I’m still pinching her cheeks together, keeping her mouth open.
I run the tip of my dick along her lower lip. “Do you still want a divorce, sunshine? Do you still want to be free of me? Even knowing that this turns you on?”
She scoffs.
I release her. She falls back to sit on her heels.
“Show me you’re not wet.” I raise my eyebrow.
A dare.
She’s a sucker for a dare.
Which is why I’m not really surprised when she slides her hand down and her fingers return wet.
I smirk. “What now?”
She scowls. “I don’t know.”
“Do what you want. Do what you think you might want.” I wait for a moment. Then another. A span of heartbeats, in which I cannot fathom what she’s actually going to choose.
And then she’s rising on her knees and coming forward, and my brain explodes when her lips wrap around me. She’s glaring and sucking, and I’m addicted to her fight.
This is why she’s not allowed to leave.
This is why she’s going to become a damn Whiteshaw, whether she wants to or not.
No one sucks dick like her. No one argues with me like her.
I tangle my fingers in her hair. Not to control her, but to feel the silky strands. To make sure she’s not going to quit on me early. When she reaches up and cups my balls, I groan. Her tongue swirls under my tip, and then she pushes me deeper. I hit the back of her throat, and the most miraculous thing happens—she relaxes. She takes me deeper, until her throat contracts around me. Her gag is a beautiful soundtrack, as are the tears that form in her eyes.
“That’s it,” I urge. “Just like that.”
I’m going to come.
“You’re going to be good and swallow, yeah?” My grip tightens ever so slightly in her hair.
Her gaze is cutting. I can’t decipher it. Don’t really want to. And I’m not giving her a choice anyway. I get closer to the edge, and my hips jerk. She makes a noise in the back of her throat, a low groan. I mirror it.
When I come, it’s on her tongue, with her lips wrapped around my shaft. And she swallows.
I finally release her, and she falls backward. She licks her lips, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
