Page 83 of Loving You

“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream as every inch of my body buzzes with life. My hands instantly grip my breast, and I squeeze, letting this pleasure take its time.

I’m still catching my breath when my gaze connects with Miles’s. The look on his face is new for me. His eyes are heated, and his jaw is tight as if he’s clenching his teeth together.

“Watching you touch yourself as you came was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I let out a nervous laugh and cover my eyes with my hands.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” I admit.

“Good.”

He stands up, and that’s when I see that his hand is gripping his cock, moving slowly up and down in a twisting motion. I must have been on such a high that I didn’t even notice him pushing his jeans and briefs to the floor.

Shit, he’s huge.

Long.

Thick.

Smooth.

And the bulging veins.

Why is that so hot to me right now?

“How about instead of sucking that bottom lip into your mouth, you?—”

I don’t give him a chance to finish. I slide off the bed and fall to my knees in front of him. I think I want this more than he does.

The moan that he lets out the moment my lips touch his head gives me the fire I need to give it my all.

He didn’t hold back with me, and I’m not going to do it with him.

One hand wraps around the base of his cock while the other gently cups his balls. I read this in a romance book once and always wondered if it was really as effective as they wrote it to be. No harm in trying new things, right?

“Fuck, fuck, holy fuck,” Miles says and then blows out a breath. His fingers lace through my hair, but they don’t tug. “Wow. I … you …”

His lack of words makes me pump faster and suck harder.

“Dear god, I’m going to come in less than a minute from your perfect fucking mouth, Quinn. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, please. Don’t. Stop.”

And I don’t.

“I’m there. I’m there,” he says and attempts to pull back. I grip his butt and hold him in place, swallowing every last drop.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

His hips slowly still, and I pull my mouth off him.

His dark gaze is pointed down at me.

“I stand corrected. The sight of you on your knees with my cum glistening off your lips is my new favorite sight.”

I lick my lips, and he groans, yanking me up.

“Jesus, Quinn. If you were trying to make a point that you’re better at oral than me, you win.”

“Good.” I smirk and then turn to find my clothes. I wasn’t aiming for that, but a little friendly competition never hurt anyone. Especially when it comes to Miles.

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