Page 121 of Dirty Husband

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He releases my hair for long enough to do away with his suit jacket.

Then it's his belt.

His button.

His zipper.

"Take out my cock, princess.” He says it like a promise, not an order. Like it's a gift I've wanted for a long, long time.

It is. My hands go to his slacks. I push the fabric aside.

He springs free.

I wrap my hand around him immediately. Soft skin but he's so hard. And he feels so good. It's the only word I have to describe it.

It's not the first time I've touched him, but somehow it feels more intimate than ever. Like he's giving me something.

I look up at him, asking for permission.

He nods and I run my thumb over him, testing his reactions, exploring every inch.

There. The bottom. A little to the right. I run my thumb over him again. Then harder. Hard enough he shudders.

Again and again.

Until his hand goes to the back of my head and he tugs at my hair. "Open your mouth."

I do.

He takes my hand. Slides it down his cock, so I'm gripping his base. "Firmer."

I tighten my grip.

"Keep it there, princess. I'm not going to be gentle, but I can't wear you out until I'm done with you."

My sex clenches. He's too good at this. I'm going to ignite. All the sparks flying through the room—

It's dangerous.

This is the most dangerous thing I've ever done. Giving my body to Shepard is one thing.

But my heart?

He presses his palm into the back of my head. It's just hard enough to sayyou're mine.

I want it more than I should.

But I don't care about should right now

Slowly, he shifts into my mouth.

Fuck, he tastes good. Like salt and like Shep. I don't wait for instruction. I swirl my tongue around his tip. Then I go to that spot he likes—

He groans as I flick my tongue against him.

I do it again.

Again.

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