Page 86 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

With a roll of her eyes, she hooks a finger into the belt loop on my pants and drags me closer, pushes the belt through the buckle. As she works to undo it, I quickly undo the buttons of my dress shirt. I’m flinging the material across the room when her fingers find my zipper, and the sound is loud as she drags it down the track.

She works my pants down my thighs, and if possible, I swear I get harder when she rolls her tongue over her lips as she sees my dick straining against my boxer briefs.

“What are you doing, River?” My voice is rough and scratchy, and I have to work to get the words out.

“Sucking your cock.”

“I was kidding.”

She peeks up at me with heavy eyes. “I’m not.”

Her fingernails scrape lightly over my thighs as she drags my briefs down and frees my erection.

She wastes no time before touching me, wrapping her hand around my dick and giving me a light stroke.

I can definitely tell it’s been too long because that one touch feels way too good.

She leans closer and brings her mouth to me, flattening her tongue and stroking it along the underside of my cock.

I might die.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter.

Her eyes flit to mine. “Will you hold my hair?”

I almost come just from her request alone.

I slide my hand into her hair, wrapping the long red locks around my fist and pulling them up.

“Tighter,” she tells me, and my dick jumps.

Fuck.“Are you trying to embarrass me and make me come way too fucking soon?”

She doesn’t answer.

She can’t.

Her lips are too busy being fitted around my straining cock.

“Son of a…” I grip her hair tighter.

With a torturous pace, she slides her mouth over me, and I watch as I disappear inch by inch.

She holds my stare as she begins to work me over with just her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to torture me as I help guide her in a rhythm that I love. With every stroke, she takes me deeper, and with every stroke, I get closer and closer to the edge.

She scrapes her fingernails along my thighs, and the bite of pain makes me curse in the best way.

She giggles and does it again.

I had it right before—River isdefinitelya witch.

When she tries to drag her mouth off me, I tighten my grip, and her eyes widen with excitement. I slowly drive her back down my length until I’m completely seated inside her mouth. She moans around me as I hold her there for a few beats, and I know if I keep this up, I will without a doubt blow my load straight down her throat.

It’s too soon for that.

I rock my hips a few times, then loosen my grip. She eases up, popping off me with labored breaths.

“You good?”

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