Page 82 of Captain's Claim

She gasps, arching into me, her other hand gripping my shoulder. "Oh, I've been waiting for this, Blake."

She strokes me, long and slow as I continue my descent, lavishing attention on her breasts, drawing out a moan from deep within her as I draw a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue of the peak before nibbling down and rocking my hips, letting my cock slide in her palm.

"You've got no idea how hard that press conference was," I groan, cupping her other breast, letting her chest arch up as I massage her tits. "Thinking about you up here, all alone…"

"Blake," she whispers, her voice ragged with desire.

I look up, meeting her gaze. "Yeah, baby?"

She smiles, her eyes softening. "Shut up."

I chuckle and shake my head as Sophia slides down the bed, kissing my chest and gripping my hard biceps on the way.

I stay on my knees, letting her roaming hands work their way over every inch of my toned body. Her eyes light up and I watch her admire my tattoos, tracing the lines and licking, sucking my muscles as she works her way down the mattress.

Slowly, she locks eyes with me as she positions herself at my thighs, her soft hand pulling at my cock as she sticks her tongue out to lick the tip ever so gently.

"Mmmm…"

The sight is pure sexual arousal.

The sound she makes?

Pure heaven.

I've never been more turned on, never wanted anything more than her mouth on my dick. I put a hand to the back of her head, guiding her forward as her pink lips wrap around my thick girth, swallowing me down.

I release a heavy groan and watch my cock disappear.

"Fuck, Sophia," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "You look so fucking good like that."

She hums around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding hermovements as she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around my length.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, my hips lifting slightly to meet her mouth. "Take it all. You can do it."

She moans again, her eyes watering slightly as she takes me deeper, her lips stretching around my cock. The sight of her, sprawled out on the bed, taking me like this, is almost too much.

I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing with the need for release.

But I'm not ready yet. Not even close.

"Sophia," I groan, my voice a low rumble. "You've got no idea what we've started…"

She pulls back slightly, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock. "What do you mean?" She asks before she takes me deep again.

I can feel her throat constricting around me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body as I fight to get the words out.

"The media, the-"

She takes me deeper, gagging slightly as I feel my cock pulse at the back of her throat. I tighten my hold on her hair.

"They're all over us. There's no hiding now, baby."

Her head bobs up and down, the sound of my cock sliding against her fucking tonsils filling the room.

She pulls back quickly, replacing her mouth with her hand as she rolls her palm over the sensitive tip, looking up at me with water pooled at the corner of her beautiful eyes.

"Let them. I don't want to hide, Blake. I just want you."

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