Page 76 of Trashy Affair Duet

To let him fuck my mouth.

I feel used and adored all at once. Powerful and vulnerable and more sexual than I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Jules,” he says as a shudder travels through him. “Touch yourself.”

I dip my hand between my thighs. He’s taken control of my mouth, leaving me free to focus on rubbing myself to climax. Stroking my clit with my middle finger, I keep pace to his thrusts, and every inch of my skin flushes. I moan in abandon, my impending orgasm vibrating off my lips and around his shaft.

“Don’t come.”

Questioning him doesn’t occur to me. I halt my fingers before the tension building inside me has a chance to gush free.

“The next time you come,” he chokes out, shoving the tip of his cock between my tonsils until I’m gagging, “it’s gonna be on my tongue.” He comes in a torrent of grunts and groans, and there’s nothing polite about the way he’s holding me to him while he empties down my throat.

It’s raw and dirty and sexy-as-fuck.

He didn’t just show me how he likes it.

Didn’t just take the lead.

He fucking owned me.

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