Page 41 of Inheriting Miss Fortune

“Say it,” I ground out, moving my hands to his hips and tucking my fingertips under his waistband just so I could feel the bare-skin warmth of him. “Say the words, Dev. Tell me againexactlywhat you want right now.”

“Please,” he breathed. “Suck my cock.”

As I moved my hands to his belt, he took a breath and added, “Remember, you owe me.”

The words should have stung. They should have hit me like an offensive gauntlet, an unfair quid pro quo from our first night together. But they didn’t. We both knew his completion had been a very long time coming.

I owed him because Iwantedto give it to him. I’d spent two long years wondering what he would have looked like if I’d made him lose control.

My fingers made quick work of his buckle. Dev’s long fingers threaded into my hair. “Seeing you on your knees for me is going to make me come before you even see my dick,” he murmured.

I would get on my knees for you any day of the week.

I remained silent, opening his jeans and reaching inside to free the bulge behind the layers of cotton. His cock was long and uncut. The masculine scent of him already filled my nose, but I inhaled hungrily anyway. There would never be enough of Devon McKay to satisfy me. I knew this was my only shot at getting my hands and mouth on him. As prickly as he’d been all week, there was no telling how he would respond to me after this.

And I wasn’t about to lose my shot.

I rubbed my face against the warm, silky skin of his shaft before tasting the salty tip. A low rumble of approval vibrated through him.

His fingers tightened in my hair. “That’s it.”

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked gently, wrapping my tongue around him. I wanted to drive him absolutely crazy, edge the fuck out of him until he finally admitted just how badly he wanted me.

Not an orgasm. Not stress relief.

Me.

My tongue wanted every inch of him, to learn and own.

To possess.

“So good,” he murmured. “So fucking good. Just like that. Just like that, Tully.”

The sound of my name in his deep voice went straight to my dick. I reached down to adjust myself before moving my hand back up to grasp his balls. I used my other hand to work his pants down lower, but he quickly took over and shoved them down around his knees.

Dev’s muscular thighs begged for my hands. I wanted all of it. This quick blowjob in the kitchen would never be enough.

I moved my hands around to squeeze his ass cheeks and pull them apart. His groan gave me enough confidence to seek out his hole with a finger and tease the rim a little—not enough to actually penetrate, but enough to make him wonder if I would.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his hands tightening even more in my hair. “Driving me fucking crazy. Take it.”

His hips pushed forward, sending his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled off before surging forward again to swallow him. This time, I was prepared. I relaxed as best I could so he could feel my throat. The resulting deep moan made it worth it.

He was losing control. The Dev I was coming to know would never admit to needing anything, would never admit to being at someone else’s mercy. Even the night we’d hooked up had happened according to his strict rules. He’d orchestrated how far and fast we went, who’d gotten off and who hadn’t.

Tonight was different. We were playing bymyrules. He would climax when I wanted him to, as often as I wanted him to.

“Gonna make me come,” he said.

I immediately pulled off to catch my breath and wipe my mouth with the collar of my T-shirt before yanking it off and dropping it on the ground. Dev made a surprised, disgruntled sound before trying to pull me back onto his cock.

I glanced up at him. Instead of doing what he wanted, I opened my pants to give some relief to my own erection. “In a hurry?”

His eyes were dark and commanding. “Yes.”

“I mean to make you beg,” I admitted.

“I’ve waited a long time to feel your mouth around my cock.”

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