Page 137 of Unwrapping Deviance

Mira’s in an oversized sweater and sweats. Her hair bunched up in a messy knot at the top of her head. Everything about her is soft and warm, and cozy, and I can’t stop nuzzling into her.

Daniel sits in Dad’s old armchair, his laptop open in his lap, fingers tapping lightly. His brows are scrunched up with deep focus.

Work, I’m guessing.

Mira shifts again and my attention goes straight back to her, to her cushion. Guessing and gauging her discomfort.

“Cold?” I ask her, hand already bunching in the Afghan thrown across the back of the sofa.

She shakes her head. “Already seen this one.”

I glance at the TV. Some detective is standing over a body of a stripper.

“We can change it.”

Her head shakes again. “I don’t want to watch TV anymore.”

“What do you—?”

Her fingers are at the snaps on my jeans, her indication unmistakable. Her big eyes lift to my face as she drags my zipper down and lets my cock free.

“I was thinking,” she begins slowly, gaze unwavering. “I haven’t tasted you. I want to.”

“Oh,” is the best I can manage with her soft, cool fingers already wrapped around my dick.

She turns sideways on the cushion with her knees bent under her. She scoots back a few inches to give herself space to lower her head and suction her lips to my cap.

Her mouth is heaven. Not anywhere near the dream her cunt is, but it’s wet and hot, and the swirly thing she does with her tongue has my body shifting down for comfort.

Every movement is unhurried. She seems to be finding her rhythm and I’m fine with that. I get to watch her bob on my dick with hollowed cheeks and plump lips.

At some point, I must have closed my eyes and leaned my head back because they fly open when she flicks the hole. Circles it. Nudges the tip of her tongue in.

That’s new.

All the head I’d ever been given...

“Shit!”

My little brat doesn’t bat an eye. Her lips seal around the swollen head to suck like she’s trying to get milkshake through a straw, but her hand is wandering. I can’t see it until it slips between the V of my pants and cups my balls.

Holy fuck!

My head slams back as she curls her fingers and tugs. Squeezes. She times it with her sucks and my hips jerk up to meet her.

But then the demon is pulling her hand back. She’s releasing the pressure and I whimper.

Whimper!

“Shh,” the little brat coos.

I’m too fascinated to unpack the way I like this. I’m too busy seeing stars when she traces two fingertips down my perineum.

“Mira...!”

My molars creak with the force of my restraint. I can’t see anything around her head still in my lap but I fucking feel itwhen her finger slips into my ass to the first knuckle followed by the plunge of her mouth down my cock.

And holy shit.Holy shit!

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