Page 146 of Rewind It Back

I continue sucking and swirling, humming around his length, and I can almost see the vibration tremble through his entire body.

“Careful, Hal. I need to make this last. I need to get inside of you at least once before this is over.”

I don’t slow down at all.

He looks insane from this view. Big and strong, but weak when it comes to me. He throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, and there’s something about knowing that I still have this power over him that has me shifting and moving, trying to find friction between my legs.

“You need to touch yourself?”

I quickly nod as saliva pools around the corners of my lips.

“Put your fingers on your clit.”

Eyes fluttering, I meet his gaze.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good until I can.”

Shifting, I make sure he can fully see me from his view before I use one hand to run over the waistband of my panties, the other continuing to twist and stroke him with my mouth.

I trail my fingers over the fabric, right over my sensitive clit, before tugging them up, using the friction to my advantage, while also showing him.

“Jesus,” he murmurs. “You’re soaked, Hallie baby. Is that all from having me in your mouth?”

I agree, creating tight little circles right over my clit for him to see. I run my middle finger over my seam, watching the way he’s completely mesmerized by it.

“Let me see that.”

As I hold my finger up, he takes it, slipping it into his mouth and sucking it clean with this growl of satisfaction. My eyes go wide at the sight, becauseholy shit. And more heat pools low in my core when he licks his lips to make sure he gets all of it.

His cock is still in my mouth, so I try to refocus on that, but all I can do is stare at him, noting the feral hunger on his face.

“I need to touch you,” he says, standing over me.

But because he can’t, I decide to touch him, reaching down and cupping his balls.

He falls forward, jerking in my mouth, his legs starting to shake before he tugs my hair to pull my mouth off him.

Looking up, I smile. Big and wide and not at all innocent.

“What happened to making this last?” he asks between labored breaths.

“We have all night to make this last.”

He tilts my head back so he can kiss me, tongue drawing a path over my lower lip. “Do you want me to come in your mouth? Is that what you’re saying?”

I nod eagerly.

He smiles against my lips, kissing me one more time.

Standing straight, he cups the back of my head with one hand, gathering my short hair there, before he uses the other to guide his cock back into my mouth.

“Then do it,” he says. “Make me come, baby.”

Holding my head in place, he rocks his hips into me.

With my hands free, I take the opportunity to touch him. Running over his cut thighs, over his ass, nails raking against his skin. He sets a punishing pace, and it doesn’t take long before his thrusts turn sloppy, his hips jerking without restraint.

He’s close. I can tell by the way he’s breathing. By the sounds he’s making. By the lack of control he has over his own body.

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