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I hold his gaze as I take him into my mouth. His hand slips into my hair, not to force me, but to anchor himself.
And I don’t look away. Not once.
Because for the first time, I think we both understand exactly what’s breaking between us.
I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, letting my tongue trace every ridge and vein. His breath catches, like it surprised him.
I drag my mouth back slowly, my lips slick around him, then swirl my tongue over the sensitive tip before sinking down again. His jaw flexes, eyes locked on mine, his control starting to fray.
“Fuck, you’re… perfect,” he breathes.
I hum around him, loving the way his hips twitch at the vibration. My hands wrap around the base, stroking in rhythm with my mouth, each movement deliberate.
He’s watching me like he’s memorizing the sight. Me on my knees, mouth full of him, staring up like I can see straight through him. Like I’m meant to be here for him.
“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” His voice is strained.
I nod without breaking my pace, my lips stretching around him as I take him deeper still. His hand slides to my jaw, tilting my face up even more so he can see every flicker of expression.
It’s not just about the pleasure. It’s about him letting me in.
I speed up, alternating pressure and angle, until I feel the tension coil hard in his thighs. His breathing is ragged now, every muscle drawn tight.
“Stephanie…” It’s half a warning, half a plea.
I grip him tighter, work him faster, sucking him deep until his control shatters. His hips jerk once, hard, and he comes with a low, guttural sound that sends heat flooding through me.
I swallow, never looking away.
When I finally release him, I swipe the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, and he’s still staring, like I’ve just done something far more dangerous than make him come.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “If I’d known it would feel like that with you, I’d have broken my rules years ago for you.”
Chapter 51
FINN
My chest is tight in that way it gets when something bigger than pleasure has just ripped through me.
It’s like a light went off in my head, and I felt everything. The desire, the surrender, the ache of giving control away and taking it back, all at once.
She looked me dead in the eyes and sucked the soul out of me.
But she didn’t just take, she gave something back. She healed a part of me without even realizing it.
I drag my fingers through her hair, fist at the base of her skull, and tug her head back.
“Open your mouth.”
She does.
My cum still coats her tongue, and my cock already aches to go again. I bend down, collect the saliva pooling in my mouth, and spit it straight into hers.
“Such a good fucking girl for me,” I mutter, hauling her to her feet.
She bats her lashes like the menace she is.
My hands roam her curves, tracing them like I’m committing every inch to memory for the rest of my life.
