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He doesn’t miss it, and a knowing look flashes across his face.

I’m impossibly wetter thinking about licking him from base to head.

Just like this.

“What are you thinking about, Sunshine?”

“Sucking your cock,” I say without thinking.

Sorren takes my mouth in a bruising kiss before pulling back, his eyes wild as he rasps, “Then get on your knees.”

The words are full of gravel, and I scramble off his lap and onto the floor in front of him. I’ve never been this girl, but there’s something about the way he looks at me in moments like this that has me willing to do almost anything to please him.

“Such a good fucking girl, Rhea.” He undoes the buckle on his belt and sits forward enough to pull it through the loops before reaching for the button.

My mouth waters and my fingers move down my stomach to my core.

“That pussy,”—the harshness in his voice startles me—“belongs to me.” He drags the zipper down painfully slowly, and I watch him, my palm still pressed against my stomach. “Hands behind your back.”

“Excuse me?” My eyes snap to his andoh my God.

Sorren’s expression is practically feral as he stares at me, his dark eyes almost black with a hunger that feels like it could swallow me whole.

“Hands behind your back, Rhea. The only one touching your pussy tonight is me, and I won’t be cheated from tasting you on my lips, feeling you clench around my fingers, having you drip all over my dick.” He pulls his shirt over his head and then frees his cock from his boxer briefs. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I say eagerly as I interlock my fingers behind me.

“Good.” He strokes his length hard, the head angry with every pass. “Come here.” I lean forward but right as I’m about to take him in my mouth, he pulls back the slightest bit. “You need to tell me if it’s too much. I can’t—I’m too far gone.”

“I trust you.” I breathe before licking up his shaft and wrapping my lips around him. He growls and throws one arm over the back of the couch while his other hand tangles in my hair.

Peeking up at him through my lashes, I can’t help but moan around his length. He looks gorgeous—powerful—almost regal. His muscles bunch and flex as I take him all the way to the back of my throat.

His eyes are wild as he watches me, his fist in my hair tightening as I pull off and slide all the way down.

“Again,” he demands but it’s strangled, his other hand clenching the fabric of the cushion.

I do as he asks and push myself farther until I gag before doing it again.

“Fuck, Rhea, just like that.” My fingers squeeze together as I try and focus on breathing and not on all the filthy things he’s saying, but it’s torture.

It’s the absolute best kind of torture.

“I can’t wait to have my head between your legs—that little taste wasn’t enough, baby.” I mewl but he doesn’t stop. “I’m going to devour your sweet pussy, fuck you with my tongue, and make you beg for every release.”

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

I suck him harder and he comes on a roar, thrusting one last time and hitting the back of my throat. His hand grips my hair as he holds me where he wants me. I gag, but it doesn’t matter because he’s cursing and I’m so turned on I’m practically delirious with anticipation.

“Fuck.Fuck.That’s going to be burned into my memory until the day I die.” He pulls me off him, my mouth making an audible pop and my lips swollen, as he hauls me into his lap and kisses me with a ferocity that hasn’t diminished. “Time to make good on my promise, Sunshine.”

Lifting me in his arms, I gasp and wrap my legs around Sorren as he walks us to the bedroom and does in fact make good on every single promise.

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SORREN

The sun beats down on my back as I haul another two bags of dog food over my shoulder to bring inside. We’d been connected with a big donation from a company local in Tennessee, and I’d opted to pick it up instead of sitting through another meeting.

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