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“You have immense power over me.” I hope she hears it down to her soul. Her smile falters, becomes something soft and warm before she blinks it away and replaces it with one that is positively feline. She reaches between her thighs, and her hand comes up shiny and wet as she wraps it around my cock. I moan as she coats it, working me through her fists until I roll my hips into her touch. “Your cum kink is gonna kill me, Petra.”

“Do I have one?” She grins and lifts back onto her knees and tucks my cock between the warmth of her tits. I play with her nipples, squeezing her tighter around me. She’s sosoft.“You said you were obsessed with my breasts, Reed. Hope you don’t mind me using that to my advantage.”

She’s thoroughly enjoying herself. I refuse to blink, determined to commit this moment to memory. “Do you hear me complaining?”

“I think you want to hear me. Right, Reed?”

She keeps saying my name, knowing it drives me wild. The tight, wet slide of our skin is electrifying.

“It’s your turn to confess your favorites. Did you like the crack of your hand on my skin? My voice in your ear? The way I moanedfor you? That one does me in, Reed—hearing how desperate you are for me.”

I let her set the pace and run my fingers through her hair, amused, bewildered, utterly captivated. “Jesus.You’re the switch.”

“Am I?” Her eyes widen. “I just love knowing that you want me.”

“You’re the only person I’ve wanted like this, Pet.” I pin her ribs with my knees to hold her there, tilting her head back to devour her. I delve deep into her mouth, my need to dominate her simmering under the surface. When I retreat, she nips her way down my throat and across my chest.

“Does your slow, sleepy scenario include the other way around?” she asks, uncertain again. “If I spent an hour on my knees for you, is that fantasy material?”

I laugh in disbelief. “Is that fantasy material?Petra, you left fantasy in the dust twenty minutes ago.”

“Good,” she says, smirking. She rocks back on her heels and her mouth iseverywhere,from my jaw to my thighs.I don’t know what’s hotter, the heat of her, the silk of her lips on my skin, the sound of her sucking like I’m the best thing she’s tasted. It’s torture, because I want each slippery, profane sound, but I also want to bury myself inside her.

I clench my fist around my last shreds of control as she moves over me. Her edging is brutal, and she shows no sign of tiring.

“Petra,” I groan, and her dark eyes meet mine with a fire in them that makes me throb. I want her tongue playing over my cock, I want her tits, I want her mouth.I want, I want, I want.

“I know,” she sighs against my skin.

I need this to go on forever—I’m worried that I’m going to come in the next ten seconds. “I need to fuck your mouth, baby.”

She moans. “I need it, too.”

I cup her jaw in my hand and guide her down, sliding my cock deep into her throat—not teasing this time, but in earnest. My heart leaps, hammering against my ribs, and sweat drips down my cheek as I hold myself back.

She swallows, tight around my cock, holding me as long as I need before I pull her off and do it again. “That’s it. Look at me, Pet,” I encourage, fucking her mouth deeper, faster. She chokes, eyes tearing up, but doesn’t retreat. If anything, she doubles down, gagging. “Let up if you need to, darling.”

“No,” she protests between panting breaths. Her hands tremble against my thighs. “I trust you. I want you as deep as I can.”

God.Her breath play fascination sends me spiraling. I don’t trust myself with her hair, so I explore her back, splaying my fingers wide over her spine. She moans, pulling me in deeper, and the vibration is everything. Time slows as she looks up at me and works her pretty lips over my cock. She’s not shy as retreats, just to tease me, using her tongue and her fist to drive me insane.

I’m fucking desperate for her, and need builds inside me relentlessly, like a spring coiled too tight. I can’t catch my breath. My muscles bunch, heat radiating through them like a warning bell. “Can you take more?”

Petra nods and opens for me as I slide as far down her throat as possible. There are wet drops on her lashes and her face is flushed. Her eyes crease, like she’d smile if she could. She’s so goddamn sexy.

“If you want to tap out, Pet,” I warn, “now’s the time.”

She swallows around me, and that’s all it takes. The dam of want, need, and fiery desire breaks open, flooding my senses. I come with a groan, spilling down her throat, with Petra’s eyes locked on mine the whole time. She holds onto my sides as she gulps it down, andfuck, she makes me shake.

“God, Petra,” I gasp, and let my head fall back as the world spins. She pulls back to finish swallowing, clutching my thighs for balance as she catches her breath.

“How’s that for tapping out?” Petra huffs a gentle laugh against my skin, placing kisses everywhere she can reach. She’s shivering, but proud. She deserves to be.

“Cheeky woman.” I’m still out of breath when I yank her up off her knees and onto my lap. She loops her bound hands over myhead to snuggle closer while I swipe my thumb over her swollen lower lip and massage her jaw. Though she doesn’t show it, she has to be sore. Meanwhile, I’m fantastic. The spinning slowly dissolves into a familiar lightness that makes me sleepy. The only reason my eyes stay open is because I know I’ve only got a limited amount of time left to look at her before I board my plane. If I ever thought I’d be able to walk away from Petra, I was delusional.

I hide my fierce grin in the curve of her neck. “How are you feeling?”

“Me?” she asks. “Your orgasm wasmine.I had you breathless and moaning because you wanted me. You might resemble a king on your throne, but right now I feel like a queen.”

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