Page 39 of Not In Love

“That’s unfair.”

“That’s incentive,” he corrected.

She groaned but nodded. “Where do I even focus? You or me?”

“You’re the smart one, right? Figure it out.”

He tapped his cock against her lips again. She opened wide and sucked him in.

Hollowing out her cheeks, she took him deep, and he nearly lost his mind. “Where the hell did you learn that?”

She released him with a pop, saliva dripping down one side of her mouth. “A college boyfriend one summer. He wouldn’t go down on me unless I gave him a blow job.”

“And the champ you are, you aced your task,” he finished grinning. “Did he ever get good?”

“Not even when I drew him a map to my clit.” With a deep breath, she sucked him in again.

Both her hands were working now—one at the base of his cock, the other buried between her thighs. She was panting, gagging, drooling, fucking sobbing, but she didn’t let up the pressure for one moment.

He sank his fingers into her scalp and pulled her head back. “Breathe, Kash,” he whispered, even as he panted.

Her nails dug into his thigh, nearly drawing blood. “More, Diego. Take my throat.”

He fucked her mouth roughly, inching the head into her throat slowly but steadily. A feral moan ripped out of him when she held him there without flinching or pushing him away.

Her hair clung to her cheeks. Her eyes streamed. Snot and spit mingled at the corners of her mouth. And still, she sucked him down.

He was seconds from coming when he rasped, “Are you close, baby?”

She pulled off with a pop, fingers furiously circling her clit. “Keep going,” she whispered. “I’ll get there.”

He surged back into her mouth and set a brutal rhythm.

“I’m close. It’s now or never, Preciosa. Fuck that cunt. Pretend it’s me sucking your clit. Pretend I’m fucking you bare, filling you up with my seed.” The filthy, forbidden promise rushed past his lips, charging the air with electricity.

Her whole body went taut, and then she broke, head falling back, moaning around him.

Diego yanked free of her mouth, fist pumping as he spilled across her face. Hot, thick ropes of cum splattered her lips, her chin, her chest. It ran into her hair, across the tops of her breasts, dripped onto her thighs.

She was glorious like this. Wrecked and radiant.

He collapsed in front of her, knees trembling like a newborn calf. Slowly, he gathered her shoulders to him and whispered, “You okay?”

She trembled in his hold but didn’t push him away. “It’s… better than I remembered. I keep thinking I made it up. But no. It’s better.”

Cum still on her skin, she tucked herself into his neck like it was the most natural thing in the world. He stroked her back, still shaking from the force of his release.

Her voice was muffled, the words whispered straight into his skin. “I’m scared, Diego. This feels too big.”

He kissed her hair, his own eyes damp at her soft admission. “It’s okay. No one and nothing can dictate what it should be or how it should feel. Or when it should end,” he added for himself.

“I can’t lose you because of this. I just can’t. Tia and I need you.”

Even his daughter’s name couldn’t fracture the enormity of her admission. “Shh...” he said, kissing her temple. “You won’t.” His chest cracked open. “Not ever. In some form or another, I’m here with you, yeah?”

“Even if you meet someone down the line?”

“Even then.” The promise came easily as he untangled her arms from around him. “Come, let me clean you up. Then I’ll walk you to your bedroom.”

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