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She doesn't gag this time, and swallows as I pull out, just in time to drive into her throat again. My cock stretches her red lips and damn, she looks so fucking hot, ear rings swinging by the side of her flushed face as she struggles to take my thick cock down her throat.

"God, baby. Fuck, you're taking my cock so good, angel. Just like I knew you would. I wish you knew how many times I've jacked off to the idea of you sucking my cock like this."

She makes a noise, and something in her eyes flash. Something deeper than I can comprehend right now as I fuck her mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." My moans cascade out of me with each thrust into her.

It's hot and so wet and slippery, but also so tight as her lips stretch around the base of my cock and then around the rim of my cockhead.

"Sweet angel, I'm going to cum so hard in your mouth. I want you to swallow, every drop."

She nods as well as she can with my cock choking her.

I'm close.

I need this.

I want this.

I grab the back of her head, holding it still as I pound into her, bruising her throat until I'm almost bursting, then I pull out with just the head in her mouth.

"Open, angel," I grunt and jack my cock until my balls explode and my cock erupts into her mouth, dripping out of the corner of her lipstick-smudged lips

My climax screeches down my back, full of stingy, burning, hot pleasure.

I drop to my knees and pull her to me, kissing her hard as we pass my cum between us until she finally swallows, her hands reaching down stroking my softening dick.

"Fuck," I whisper again. "You are everything in this world that I have ever wanted. And more."

She holds my face in her hands and answers me with a kiss.

twenty-four

Kiara

We sleep late into the morning the next day. I'd heard him leave a voicemail for his assistant to cancel any plans that he had for the day. I questioned what meetings he would have on a Saturday, but he just brushed them off and undressed me before we climbed into his bed and fell asleep wrapped up in each other's exhausted bodies.

When I wake up around eleven a.m. he's still out, still facing me, his face completely relaxed in sleep. I watch him for minutes, hours, how long exactly I don't know. I watch to remind myself this is real. That I'm sleeping in this beautiful man's bad and... he wants me as much as I want him.

I hope.

I think.

The doubt remains there right in the back of my brain, but after everything that has happened, I feel like I owe it to me, more than to him, to give it a try.

If nothing else, we will have had these last few days.

And if it doesn't work out, my mind and body will never be the same.

The memory of the way he looked while he was fucking my mouth last night refuses to let go of the chokehold it has on me. I should feel embarrassed that I basically begged him to let me suck him off. But I feel nothing but the need to do it again. The idea of waking him up with my mouth on him almost takes over my want for him to sleep.

He can sleep after.

Kiara, you have lost your fucking mind.

"I can feel you looking at me," he murmurs, eyes still closed.

I was so busy thinking about the taste of my own pussy on his cock that I didn't even notice the change in his breathing.

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