Page 136 of The Chance

His eyes flare even wider and he’s panting all over my cock as he nods.

I hum, my abs tightening.

“Open up, Vida.”

He does and I slip the head back between his lips. His tongue glides along the entire underside, taking my length right back down his throat.

This time … his tongue sneaks out and teases along the very base of my shaft.

“Ah,fuck.”

My chest pumps to keep up, my toes curling into the couch beneath us.

It’s so tight and hot andfuck.

Then he’s moving.

Short pumps that keep me buried.

Throat flexing over the head of me.

“Mac,” I rasp out in warning and fist his hair.

That only seems to spur him on, increase the tempo, and he hollows out his fucking cheeks.

My abs bind up. My hips arch. My balls ache.

“Shit, Vida. Swa-sw—swallow.”

He does.

And my release rocks me to my core.

Stream after stream pulses down his throat as fireworks burst behind my eyes and my hips lift from the cushion.

But it’s not quite the intensity of the orgasm that’s shifting everything inside me.

It’s the way my chest lights up like an exploding star, demolishing everything I thought I knew and leaving behind nothing but him.

Every time with Mac has been mind-blowing.

But this?

It’s goddamn life-altering.

Mac. Mac. Mac.

I’m starting to go soft by the time he finishes licking me clean and I come down, hauling him back up to slam my mouth to his.

There’s nothing gentle about this one.

It’s all teeth and stubble burn and the taste of my cum coating his tongue.

“How was your breakfast?” I ask when we finally break apart enough to catch our breath.

He grins something sly and devilish.

“Damn delicious, baby.”

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