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Fucking hell.

The sight nearly knocked me on my ass. Aria on her knees, tits still out, cheeks flushed, mischief dancing in her eyes. My addiction grew, catapulting straight to destructive.

I don’t know which was more alarming—the affection I felt or the savage, unadulterated possessiveness.

Neither was good.

In an effort to break her spell, I brought us back to what we had—the only thing we could have. A mutual exchange of pleasing.

“You gonna stare at me or suck me off?”

My question was met with a slow, sly smile that had my control slipping. Just as slowly as her grin had appeared she leaned forward, sliding her fist from root to tip, holding my rock hard erection out of her way as she laved my balls before she licked her way up, wetting my shaft. Without breaking eye contact, Aria replaced her hand with her mouth and with one pull sucked me deep.

Nirvana.

I held back as long as I could, watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth. The sight, the feel of her tongue, her lips curledtight giving me absolute perfection, I lost it. My hands went to her head, tangled in her hair, and I halted her progress.

“Do you swallow?”

Gratefully, Aria nodded.

I tightened my grip and gave her hair a tug. “This okay?”

She hummed her answer. The vibration shot straight to my balls, reminding me I was close.

“Stop me if I get too rough.”

Wicked didn’t describe the glimmer in her eyes—it was straight up lascivious.

Jesus fuck, could this woman get any more perfect?

The answer was yes.

Yes, she could, and did as I fucked her mouth. Gently at first, working her up to take more. Until the noises she was making matched my desire.

“Can you take more?” I grunted, too close to care what I sounded like, knowing the woman on her knees in front of me was getting off on my lack of control.

Without words at her disposal to convey her affirmative, Aria took my dick to the back of her throat and swallowed.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Christ, baby, your mouth,” I growled and pulled back, allowing her to breathe.

Without delay I drove deep, using my hands in her hair to hold her steady as I tunneled in and out rougher and faster until tears leaked from the corner of her eyes.

Oh, yeah, she was goddamned hot as fuck on her knees taking my dick.

“I’m gonna come, Aria.” My groan sounded unnatural.

My ass clenched, my balls drew up, and pleasure raced up my spine, tightening my muscles in its wake until it finally exploded from my cock and spilled into Aria’s mouth.

“Fuck, baby,fuck.”

My vision hazed but still I could see the bliss on Aria’s face. So damn confident on her knees with the evidence of what she’d wrought escaping from the corner of her mouth and she did her best to swallow every drop of my come. Some women would find this position one of submission, but not Aria—she understood her power. It was clearly written on her face. She knew when she’d snapped my control, she then owned it. And she’d wielded it under my dominance, taking me exactly where she wanted me to go.

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