Page 82 of Jilted

Jesus.

Fucking.

Christ.

She can deep throat. My head fell back with a groan.

Sloane pulled back, keeping suction tight as she slid me almost fully out of her mouth, then lunged forward, taking me into her throat once again. I looked down, watching her head bob, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. It was that freaking good.

Was it too soon to propose?

Would her father be pissed if I didn’t ask him first?

Shit, I hadn’t even met her brothers yet.

Not even thoughts of marriage could slow down the orgasm already barreling down on me. She needed to ease up or this was going to be embarrassing. “Sloane. Jesus, baby. You have to slow down.”

Her answer was to look up at me, reach for my hand, and put it on the back of her head, urging me to guide her rhythm.Fuck.She wasn’t just giving me her blessing to fuck her face, she was telling me to do it. My fingers curled into her hair, and my hips began to thrust.

I couldn’t breathe. The sensation of her warm, snug throat constricting around me was the only thing that mattered. I could’ve gone deeper, but she already had so much of me, so I stopped an inch or two shy of my hips pressed to her face.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “Just like that. So, so good.”

My fingers loosened in her hair as I pulled back out, almost to the tip. Then tightened as I eagerly pushed back in.

Sloane moaned, and I felt it in my balls. I pushed in a little farther, still not all the way, but enough that I was riding that edge. But this time, when I stopped the last inch from going in, she looked up at me, reached for the hand already at the back of her head, and urged me to push more.

Fuck.

That did it. I pushed past the point of no return and fed her my full length. Her throat constricted around me as she made a gurgling, choking sound. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. It was nirvana, the best thing I’ve ever heard and felt in my life. But Iwas seconds away from pumping down her throat, which undoubtedly was going to be an explosion. Choking her once was a gift, a second time was greedy. So I reached down, gripped under her arms, and guided her to her feet. Then I kissed that magical mouth.

Change of plans—I scooped her into my arms and stalked through the apartment.

“What about the window?” she asked in a daze.

“Fuck that. No one is seeing you look like this except for me.”

I set her down in the center of my bed, undressing the rest of the way in record speed. She looked like some sort of goddess, hair fanned out all over my pillow, a real-life wet dream. I made a mental note to tell my housekeeper not to wash the sheets, so I could smell her while I jacked off to the memory of tonight after she was gone. The thought was laughable, really. I was already making plans to watch the rerun, and the show hadn’t even started yet. But I knew it was going to be that good. I’d known it since the first day we met. And that was before I had any inkling she could deep throat better than a porn star.

I pushed her thighs open, spreading her wide. She was pink and perfect, glistening and so fucking lickable. I hovered over her, rubbing my nose against the top of her slit, and inhaled deeply. I was going to bury my face in that sexy smell, and it was highly possible I wouldn’t wash that for a long time, either.

Just like she’d done to me in the living room, I didn’t start small. No. I dipped down as far as I could go, almost to the crack of her ass, and licked one long stroke from back to clit.Fucking delicious. She moaned, and the sound shot straight to my cock. I’d thought nothing could be better than her swallowing me, making choking sounds to take every last inch. But this—hearing her pleasure—this was pure heaven. I’d never quite understood the bible verse that said it wasbetter to give than receive,at least when it came to head.Gettingwas always better, at least until today. I wanted to eat her all night long, make her moan my name until the words formed a damn song.

Sloane’s back arched off the bed. I lifted a hand to her stomach and nudged her down, using a firm grip to keep her in place. ThenI went in for another lick. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. I spread her legs wider and tunneled in, fucking her with my tongue. Her head thrashed from side to side while she moaned my name. Back in my playing days, the roar of the crowd chanting my name could make me feel invincible. But this—hearing Sloane scream—charged me up more than a packed stadium. My entire face got in on the action—lips, tongue, teeth. Hell, I used the scruff on my cheeks to work her with friction. I couldn’t get enough. And from the sounds she was making, neither could she. I couldn’t be sure which of us was enjoying it more.

“Wilder! Oh God.” She yanked my hair.

I wanted her to pull harder. So I sucked on her firm little bud and slipped a finger inside. I was so fucking turned on that I started fucking the bed, hips thrusting against the mattress, while my tongue lapped at her juices and my fingers pumped in and out. I was totally obsessed and consumed, and I never wanted to come up for air.

Then it happened. I felt the clench around me, her words trailed to an incoherent babble, and Sloane came all over my tongue. It was… glorious. Holy. Other freaking worldly.

And the best part? It was only the beginning…

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I panted as I stared at the man hovering over me.

“I… I, oh God.”

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