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“Open wide.”

I guide my throbbing cock between her lips, groaning as her wet warmth envelopes my shaft, inch by inch. I go slow this time, relishing the sensation as I slide over her tongue, as my cock enters her throat, as her muscles tighten around me as she gags.

Cupping her face in both hands, I stare down into her wide, green eyes as my cock throbs once, twice, and explodes down the back of her throat. Her eyes widen even more, and I groan loudly as her throat constricts with a hard retch as I spurt cum down it.

Her face is red, her cheeks tear stained. She gasps for air as I pull out and then retches.

I clap a hand over her mouth, dragging her up to her feet as she struggles not to puke.

“Every drop, toy.”

When I’m satisfied she’s got herself under control, I peel away my fingers and study her lips. They tremble, but she seals them into a tight line as I watch, and then slowly licks her lips.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I almost throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs to finish what I started.

Instead, I drag my thumb over her lips and suck it into my mouth.

“Good girl, Cassidy. Good girl.”

Chapter 25

Cassidy

I must be in shock. How quickly does PTSD set in? I’m on the third floor of Glenmont Manor, a cloth in one hand and a bottle of furniture spray in the other.

This is the last room…if you don’t count Ethan’s bedroom and office. But instead of finishing up, jumping in my car, and getting the hell out of dodge…I’m just standing here, staring out the window.

I’ve given blow jobs before.

Three, to be exact.

I didn’t swallow.

But what happened down there earlier today? That was…I don’t even know what the fuck that was.

It was cruel. Painful. Humiliating.

But if it had gone on just a few seconds longer, I swear I would have come too. Which makes no sense, because I thought he was going to suffocate me.

I couldn’t breathe.

I almost drowned in my own spit…and then his cum.

I can still taste him at the back of my throat, and I’ve had three glasses of water.

So what the hell am I still doing here?

Oh, right.

I decided, whilst on my knees and sucking on his cock like the fuck toy I apparently am, that Ethan Remington will not get the better of me. I’ve come this far, and I don’t plan to leave until I’ve proved his guilt, or confirmed his innocence.

There’s even a kind of plan tumbling around in my head.

As soon as I stop feeling so fucking shell shocked, I’m going downstairs, and I’m going to?—

My stomach tightens as a figure comes into view.

Is that…Ethan?

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