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Chapter Eighteen

FAITH

A powerful surgeof confidence courses through my veins at the sight of Hunter, helpless beneath me, his jaw dropping as I lick my lips, anxious for a taste of him. I want to rip his t-shirt off, but I don’t want to hurt his hand. It looks so painful.

“I’m going to take your shirt off, but I need your help. Shield your hand. I don’t want to hit it.”

“Faith… stop talking!” Pushing his t-shirt up his chest, I’m salivating at the sight of his abs and that happy trail. ‘V’ marks the spot. With his left hand free, he yanks his shirt over his head not even bothering to mess with getting it off his hand.

“Do you need help?”

“Take your clothes off. I can’t rip them off one-handed, and if I need to wait another minute to see you naked on top of me, I’m going to burst.” Before I strip, I’m getting rid of his jeans. I want to see him standing at attention for me. Hooking my fingers through his belt loops, he shifts his hips, letting me tug his jeans down, his erection springing free. Fuck. I want to sit on it, I want to lick it, and I want to sit on his face all at once. If I could do everything at the same time, I’d probably die of pleasure overload. What a way to go, though! Orgasmed to death.

Dropping his jeans to the floor, I take a moment to drink him in—naked and waiting for me.

“You’re seriously hot, Hunter Vaughn.”

“Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

“Good things come to those who wait.” Teasing him is fun. His eyes are locked on me as I slide my pants down, leaving my panties on, and unbuttoning my shirt as slowly as I can stand. There’s a power in having him naked and desperate for me, his gaze fixed on my every move. The moment I let my bra drop, his eyes darken, desire taking over.

“So, what are you waiting for? I’m hard as a fucking rock for you, love. Show me what that pretty little mouth can do.” God, his voice is sexy when he’s turned on. I’ve never seen the appeal of giving a blow job. Why would I want to put a dude’s joystick in my mouth? I did it because I’m all about fairness, and if he went down to Chinatown, I felt I should reciprocate. Right now, desire unfurls in the depths of my core. With his toned legs over the edge of the bed, I step between them, resting my hands on his thighs as I bend over, letting him watch as I flick my tongue out over the tip of his cock. Wrapping my lips around his impressive girth, I slide my lips down, taking him in, little by little, teasing him, taunting him.

He reaches down, pulling my hair to the side so he can watch. It’s a heady sensation, his eyes locked on me as I push my head lower, unable to take the full length of him.

“Holy fuck.” He closes his eyes for a split second, dropping his head back before being drawn back to the sight of me working his cock.

I find myself kissing and licking, hungry for more. I feel sexy—seeing myself through his eyes. As I moan in satisfaction, he groans with a rumble that shoots straight to lady jay. Motivated by his pleasure, I pick up the pace, forcing him deeper each time until I gag.

Full. On. Gag. Noises. Everything.

“Shit! Faith, are you okay?” He’s stifling a laugh, which I should be grateful for. I just completely killed the vibe.

I move to take him back into my mouth, but he pushes me back.

“I’m good. Let me. I don’t want to stop.” With an effortless ease that doesn’t exist in my life, he shifts to the end of the bed, moving me back just enough to let him stand before me, glorious and still hard as hell.

“On your knees. Give me control of your pace, love. I’ve got you.” His eyes are burning with desire, sending a lick of fire through every nerve ending in my body. I do as he asks, dropping to my knees. Fisting his good hand in my hair, he pulls gently. “Open up.”

I lick my lips, my eyes fixed on his as he guides his cock into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around him, my tongue swirling against his soft, hard skin, he holds me firmly in place, rocking his hips forward in thrust after delicious thrust. This is intimacy on a different level. Trusting him to do with me as he pleases, it’s so freaking sexy.

Grabbing his ass, I steady myself, letting him set his own pace, watching as he falls apart, his cock pulsing as he chases his release.

“Fuck, I’m close. I’m not going to come in your mouth.” He attempts to pull out, but I sink my nails into his ass, holding him in place. I want to watch him take his pleasure from my mouth and to hear him screaming my name as he loses himself in the moment. “Jesus! You feel so fucking good.”

My body is slick with sweat, my muscles trembling with desire. He crashes over the edge, his hips fucking my mouth with reckless abandon, my name tripping from his lips in a litany of worship. His cum is warm against my throat, but I can’t make myself swallow, letting him ride it out until he stumbles back onto the bed. And then I spit. Classy, I know, but fuck me, I’m just not down for swallowing. It’s not in my DNA.

“Fuck me.” His voice is breathless.

“I’m about to.” I drop my panties to the ground, wipe my mouth on the edge of the sheets, and climb on top of him.

“Give me a minute. You’ll break my dick if you try to hop on right now.”

“I guess I’ll just need to ride your face in the meantime.”

And just like that, his cock twitches back to life! Praise be. Lady jay needs some serious attention.

“As luck would have it, love, I’m ravenous.”

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