Page 37 of A Billionaire Dom

It couldn’t last.

I pulled back just far enough to regain my equilibrium and then went to my knees. Davin’s pupils dilated, and his pale blue irises became nothing more than a thin ring around black.

“I remember what I’m supposed to say if I need you to stop,” I said. “But if my mouth’s too full, I’ll tap your calf twice.”

He looked like he was trying to decide how to respond to my full mouth comment, but I trusted that his nod of acknowledgment was genuine.

His hands slid up my arms as I reached for his zipper, and my skin tingled where he touched me. I’d always enjoyed sex, but I’d never been as aware of my own body as I was when I was with him. It was like something I’d forgotten had suddenly been remembered. Not only his touch but the scent of him. The taste and smell. Each line of his body.

I was in so fucking deep.

My fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking as it filled and grew. I lowered my head and pushed out of my mind everything that wasn’t focused on my task. He cursed when I flicked my tongue against the tip of his cock, and I smiled.

This was going to be fun.

I took the head between my lips and mercilessly worked my way down, centimeter by centimeter until Davin’s hands were fists resting on his thighs. Tension radiated from him, and it fed into the heat growing low in my belly. When I was done, my underwear was going to be soaked, and I’d be ready to come with the slightest touch.

But that wasn’t why I was doing this.

His cock was heavy on my tongue as it edged closer and closer to the back of my throat. My jaw was beginning to ache, and my lips felt stretched too wide, but I was determined to take as much as I could. Slow breaths in through my nose convinced my brain that this was a completely normal way to breathe, and I kept going until I felt my gag reflex threaten.

One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and began to work in tandem with my mouth as I moved my head up and down. Teeth and tongue took turns on his sensitive skin, and it wasn’t long before one of his hands was in my hair. He put a little pressure on the back of my head, and I lifted my eyes so I could see his face. His head was back, a faint sheen of sweat on his skin.

He was close.

I sucked hard on the end of his cock, and his hips jerked, shoving him almost too deep. When he started to apologize, I lightly touched my teeth to his dick, and the apology became a plea for me to never stop.

“I’m so close…please…baby…I’m so close…”

I had a feeling Davin Holden rarely begged for anything, and the sound of him doing it now made me press my thighs together, desperate to ease the ache that came from not working on my own release.

Later.

Right now, I just wanted to make him come hard enough to forget his own name.

I teased his balls with my nails and did every little trick with my tongue that I’d ever learned. In seconds, he was warning me that he was going to come, his voice rough and wrecked. I stayed where I was and let him fill my mouth as he finally let go.

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