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Irritated, I rattle the chair and try to pull my thighs together.

“Don’t do that,” he says, observing the swollen flesh between my thighs.

Eyes rooted to my slit, he runs his tongue over his lip. The image sears my brain.

Widening his stance, he plants his feet on either side of me and brings his shaft to my mouth.

He threads his fingers through my hair and wraps my locks around his wrist.

His rock-hard crown touches my lips, the scent of his arousal rolling into my lungs.

Moving my tongue, I sweep the hot, smooth, chiseled head.

He pulls away from me, his hand still in my hair, and grins, perversely amused.

“You want it?” he asks.

I glare at him.

“How badly do you want it?”

I grit my teeth and try to pull my hair out of his hand. It hurts, and he doesn’t want to let go of me, chuckling softly.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he rumbles as he finally lets his cock move back to my lips.

I open my mouth. He slides his shaft in, and I roll my tongue over him, famished.

“That’s fucking good,” he says as I start bobbing my head.

He thrusts in, and I take him deeper, sucking on him and wishing my hands were free to stroke him.

He hits the back of my throat repeatedly, but I control my gag reflex.

“That’s unexpectedly good,” he says, a smile threading through his voice.

He frames my face and rolls his hips.

I look up.

Tipping his head back, he observes me with half-closed eyes. Craning and arching my neck, I take him in as much as I can.

For minutes, he fucks my mouth––solely to his liking. And the less attention he’s paying to me, the more determined I am to make him come.

As he scales up, my throbbing only quickens.

I moan around his cock, his eyes flicking open as he picks up the pace, holds my head with both hands, and starts fucking me without restraint. His shaft hardens even more before his cum hits my throat, dripping over my taste buds, the spike of pleasure becoming unstoppable.

I rattle the chair, on the cusp of coming.

He pulls out of my mouth, one hand wrapped around his shaft, the other reaching behind me and untying me.

Rushed, I slip my fingers between my legs and let the orgasm fall through me. A jolt goes through me, and then another one, pleasure lapping at my sex.

I moan and shake and arch my body, not caring that he consumes me with fiery eyes.

It takes moments before I finally calm down. Slumped in the chair, I barely breathe.

“Fuck...” I mutter, sweat lining my neck, my hair damp and entangled.


Tags: Shayne Ford Romance