Page 162 of Until I Own You

His hand wraps around my ponytail. He tugs, only enough to cause a twinge in my scalp, to remind me that he is in control. I am here to serve him.

And I am more than happy to.

His hand remains on my hair as I explore him, lap him up, tighten my mouth and relax it.

He hardens more and more until he is hard as stone.

I push him as deep as he will go, hollowing out the back of my throat so there is room for all of him.

My body jerks with a gag, but I press on, taking as much as I can.

A “fffff” sound” emerges from between Seth’s lips and teeth, extends for a while before he growls, “Fuck.”

His belly heaves with breaths. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, pet.”

I nod.

Seth’s hips start to move toward my mouth each time my lips slide down his shaft.

“Touch yourself,” he grunts.

I press one hand against his scar to steady myself as I reach down to my pussy.

My fingers coast through my slickness with more ease than I expect.

My clit is inflamed, angry I’ve left it unattended to.

“Let me know how you feel.”

I moan with him in my mouth.

Vibrations thrum through me and into Seth.

He bucks hard, his cock going deeper.

I balk, but don’t stop. I neither want to, nor could I, considering how tight his hand has grown on the back of my head. He’s using it for leverage as he fucks my mouth.

As his speed increases, so does mine. My sensitive bundle of nerves is already an inch away from release, so I keep teasing the space around it.

I cannot come until he tells me to.

“Look at me,” he says, hard, from the back of his throat, like it is life or death.

I pull my eyes up to his.

Even from this strange angle, Seth is sexy. The hardness of his body, the intensity of his gaze, his piercing blue eyes.

I swallow the head of his cock a bit more, eyes pricking with tears.

His mouth is drawn in a tight line. Controlling himself.

I sometimes wonder how fast he would come if he wasn’t in charge like this.

It would be a compliment if it were fast.

His tense, almost angry expression breaks, his eyebrows twitching upward, his jaw loosening. “Bridget…”

I blink and a tear rolls down my cheek.

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