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I obliged, loving the weight of him on my tongue. I swirled a drop of precum around the head of his cock, the saltiness making me hungry for more. I could feel the pulse of his pleasure, a rhythmic throb that sent shivers down my spine

“Do you like that?” I asked right before I hollowed my cheeks. He responded by gripping my hair and thrusting his hips.

“Slower.” The single word was forced from his lungs, and the sound of his slipping restraint was the sexiest noise I’d ever heard. “Slower,” he growled, tightening his grip. “I don’t wanna come down your throat.”

I did as he demanded, savoring every moment, taking my time to explore every inch of him. For the next several minutes, I teased him mercilessly, licking the side of his shaft before swallowing him again. There were several times when I thought he was going to come, but his control took over.

The sight of him slowly unraveling, his body tensing with every flick of my tongue, was the most exquisite form of foreplay. An ache bloomed between my legs as he began to whisper my name. A thrill shot through me, but before I made him lose complete control, he abruptly withdrew from my mouth and pulled me to my feet.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” His voice, low and rough, did dangerous things to me. All I wanted to do was please him, and now he was going to punish me. What fun.

“Promise?”

The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Get on the bed.”

Excitement swirled through me as I complied, resting in the middle of the mattress. Utah pinned me to the bed, his knees on either side of me, holding me captive. He moved my arms above my head and held both of my hands with one of his.

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

“I know,” he replied, his eyes devouring the sight of me.

A fire simmered in my belly as my heart flitted in my chest. I was desperate for him. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait before I begged him to fuck me, which was exactly what he wanted. I was at his mercy in every way possible.

I tried to squirm beneath him, but I could barely move. “What are you waiting for?” I asked. He leaned down and brushed his mouth over mine but pulled away before I could deepen the kiss. The slightest hint of what I believed to be concern rolled over his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. For once in my life, everything is right.” His words wrapped around my soul, and all I wanted to do was touch him. Hold him. Thank him for choosing me. I tugged my arms, but he wouldn’t release me. “No,” he said. I yanked on them once more, but he tightened his hold. “I said no.” Whatever sentimental feelings had invaded him were now gone. “You’re no longer having any issues, but I don’t want to fuck you like I normally would. I don’t want to risk anything.”

While I wanted to tell him not to worry and that he wouldn’t hurt me or the baby, I understood his concern because I shared it.

“I’m in the mood for soft and gentle.”

His head dropped heavily to the side as his mouth curved upward. “I didn’t say that.” He leaned down and traced the shell of my ear with his tongue, the pressure of his teeth on my lobe causing goose bumps to dance over my skin. “Are you ready?”

I’d never been more ready for anything in my life.

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Staring down at the gorgeous and impatient woman beneath me, I had no idea how I’d gotten so lucky. I’d been closed off to people my entire life, but Ria was the first person I’d ever felt comfortable enough with to be vulnerable. Just thinking the wordvulnerablemade me uncomfortable, but it was the truth. There were parts about my childhood I’d take to my grave, but I’d shared with her most of what I’d gone through. She didn’t judge me. She didn’t pity me. She loved me without question. I wouldn’t say unconditionally because every human has some condition that shouldn’t be crossed. Thankfully, we’d never been put in that position.

When I first started talking to Ria, I fantasized about sleeping with her, even though she was off-limits. I’d pictured her naked more times than I could count. But as I got to know her, my affection intensified, even though I never admitted as much. Not until recently did she truly know the depths of my feelings for her, and luckily, she felt the same for me.

“Are you ready?” I whispered in her ear. Her answer was in the drop of her lids and the parting of her lips. “Spread your legs for me.”

“I can’t move with you on top of me.” The creak of her grin made me smile.

I released her arms and positioned myself between her thighs, spreading her wider than before. One swipe of my tongue through her pussy had her arching her back. A firm press of my thumb against her clit made her moan. Drawing circles over the sensitive area had her pulling my hair.

“Right there,” she moaned. “That feels so… so good.”

The vanilla scent of her bodywash tickled my nose, but it was the smell of her excitement that brought out my primal need to own her. The line between restraint and gratification blended, and it was all I could do to control myself.

I didn’t bother with meaningless words as I trailed my fingers along her inner thigh. I didn’t ask what she liked because I already knew everything that drove her wild, and myself in turn. To see her gyrate her hips, to watch how she could barely catch a breath, to hear her groans floating in the air around us—it was all intoxicating.

As I slipped two fingers inside her, she bucked her hips and tightened her hold of my hair. The prick of pain only spurred me to continue.

“Make me come,” she whimpered. “Please.” Her soft whispers caressed my ear, but I wasn’t going to bring her over the edge simply because she demanded it.

When she thrust her pussy against my face once more, I pinched her nipple. She gasped and slowed her movements, and for the next ten minutes, I delighted in tormenting her in the best way possible.

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