Page 15 of Ember's Claim

This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while, but he barely ever lets me get a lick in before he pulls me off.

“Or not,” he grunts. “Goddamn, woman. You’re seriously bad for my self-control.” He palms my ass, flipping up the back of my dress. It’s a good thing he has tinted windows. “I wish I had another hand. There are so many places I want to be all at once.”

His skin is so soft, but he’s so hard in my grip. Not to mention, his dick is girthy. It’s not like I have any experience to compare him to, but my mouth feels stretched to capacity as I work farther down.

His hand turns to his claws, and the string of my thong falls to pieces. I almost roll my eyes as his hand moves between me and the seat to do the other side.

Wrapping my hand around his knot, I let my mouth get really juicy with spit. He seems to like the way it slides down his length.

I’m confident his dick is more than I can fit in my mouth, so I use the other hand to tease the leftover cock that has no hope of fitting.

I’m seriously impressed my vagina manages him, and holy shit, it feels incredible every single time. Even the first time we hooked up, he took so long teasing and tantalizing me that there was only some minor discomfort.

“Yeah, we’re probably going to die, but at least I’ll have a smile on my face,” he mutters as his cock jolts, dribbling pre-cum on my tongue.

I smile around his length, and the backs of his fingers brush down my sex. He really is talented at multitasking. If I was driving, I would have pulled over by now.

I double down my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and savoring every grunt and groan he releases. His knot swells under my hold, and his hand digs into my ass almost painfully.

My arousal mixes in the air with his, and my nose is obsessed with the smell. I jostle around through several turns of the vehicle, doing my best to keep my teeth away from his cock.

“Back off for like thirty seconds,” Veryn growls. “Seriously, be a good girl and listen for once.”

I snort but lessen the amount of suction. My tongue rolls around the side of his shaft, and I switch to licking stripes up and down.

The truck comes to an abrupt stop, and a second later, he slams it into park. He stretches up to click the garage door closed, and it’s clear I missed when he opened it.

His hand lands in my hair at the base of my skull. “You’re so much fucking trouble. You wanted my cum sliding down your throat, so you better get ready for it.”

My core clenches around nothing. I’m already embarrassingly slick from just sucking his cock and the few tender touches he gave while driving.

He takes over guiding my head, and he’s no longer gentle. Not that I mind, but my weight falls to my forearms to support me as he uses my mouth to get himself off. It’s hotter than I expected, and my thighs rub together, desperate for some friction on my clit.

He brings his other hand down, moving my hair out of the way.

“Watching you suck me off is so fucking hot.” He shoves me even deeper on the next thrust, and I choke. “Shit, sorry.”

My head shakes.

He’s got nothing to be sorry about.

It’s the awkward angle. If I was in a better position, I would try to swallow around him, but like this, he’s too girthy to make that happen.

Or maybe I just don’t have enough practice.

His shaft thickens and grows so much larger, but it’s the way his knot pulses in my hand that tips me off. My tongue swirls around his length as he growls.

“Okay, fuck, I’m there.”

If he expects me to pop off his cock, that’s not going to happen. He stops shoving me so deep, but I take over as his hot cum fills my mouth.

His entire body goes rigid, and my core aches. The sexiest noises spill from his lips as he jolts.

“Goddamn, woman, your mouth is unreal. Just like that. Holy fuck…” He continues rambling and petting my cheek like a total weirdo, but it makes my insides warm and melty. “Suck down every fucking drop.”

I really like that I can mess his world up because he certainly does the same to me.

Chapter Seven

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