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“You want me to suck you off?” she asked softly.

His grip on her hair tightened. “If you don’t, I think my fucking heart might give up.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” She grinned wider, then opened her mouth wide and prepared to give the first blowjob she’d given in a very long time.

“Ah fuck, yeah.” He tipped his hips, pushing toward her mouth.

She took him, his wide glans slipping between her lips and onto her tongue. He tasted of shower water and the ocean, and his tip was smooth and silken.

He grunted and pushed in some more.

Hugging him with her tongue, she closed her eyes and breathed deep through her nose.

“Oh, God, your mouth feels almost as good as your sweet pussy,” he said then groaned. “Fuck yeah, Leah. Keep going.”

He sank deeper.

Her cheeks puffed up and she stiffened when he touched the back of her throat.

Then he withdrew, almost out, and eased back in. He repeated the action, again and again. Not fast, not slow, just savoring every tiny movement.

And he was holding her head exactly where he wanted her. Fucking her mouth while gripping her hair.

She clasped his hips as her body heated. Her pussy quivering with want and excitement.

A slick of pre-cum coated her tongue, and she pursed her lips tighter.

“Jeez,” he muttered. “You’re going to get it.”

She couldn’t answer.

“I wanted to do this from the first moment I saw you,” he said breathlessly. “When you were sitting all strait-laced in that courtroom.” He paused, sank deep, and pulled almost out. “I wanted you naked, on your knees, my cock in your mouth.”

He moaned long and low. More pre-cum.

Leah’s clit was buzzing, his words turning her on all the more. She remembered the moment exactly. Was this really what he’d been fantasizing about when he’d stared at her so intently? This erotic moment of claiming her?

She guessed it was.

“Get … ready.”

His cock was so hard, like concrete, and she cupped his balls.

They were tight, packing into his body, and when she stroked them with her fingernails, it sent him over the edge.

He wedged deep, but not too deep, and let out an animalistic grunt. His cock surged, and cum filled her mouth.

She swallowed, taking the tip of his cock deeper still.

Another guttural groan erupted from him and rattled around the room.

He was coming hard, holding her tight, his cock pulsing.

She felt like she was coming too, her body on fire, adrenaline coursing through her system.

And then he pulled out. He was breathing hard as he reached down, hooked beneath her arms, and hauled her up against his body. “Fucking hell.” He gasped, then his mouth hit down on hers and his arms wound around her.

Her breasts flattened to his chest, and she went up onto her tiptoes to loop her arms around his neck.


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