Page 127 of The Secret Hook-Up


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This time, my shiver comes from deep inside my soul.

But it’s not fear.

It’s anticipation.

“Duncan, I lied,” I whisper.

His gaze doesn’t waver. “About what?”

“Dates this good do come with blow jobs.”

His cock pulses in my hand while his eyes go impossibly darker. “Addie—” he starts, but I’m already on my knees.

“No arguing.” I lick the bead of moisture at his tip.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans.

I swirl my tongue around his plump head, and he makes an incoherent noise while his fingers grip my hair.

My breasts ache. My clit is hot and heavy. My vagina swells.

I cradle his balls while I seal my lips around his tip, then suck him deeper, my tongue rubbing the underside of his thick hard-on.

His incoherent noises make me want to stroke my own pussy. Driving him wild is drivingmewild.

I suck and lick and take him deeper, then nearly slide off him, adjust and take him deeper again, until he grips my hair to the point of pain.

“Addie—” he pants.

I know what he’s going to say.

I’m about to come.

I suck him even deeper, until he hits the back of my throat. If he’s coming, then I?—

He grunts out a noise and pulls harder on my hair. “Not this time, baby.”

No other man in the world would get away with calling mebaby.

But he follows it with, “When I come, I’m coming inside your pretty pussy,” and my clit tingles so hard at the order that I let his dick slide out of my mouth with a softpop.

“Fuck me,” he pants.

“I’m trying to.”

He’s gorgeous. Neck straining, eyes squeezed shut, his rapid breath making that broad chest rise and fall, his thick, straining cock glistening with my saliva. He lifts me off my knees with one arm wrapped around my ribs and kisses me, swiping his tongue into my mouth for a deep, soul-searing kiss that has me lifting one leg around his hips, trying to feel that thick cock against my clit.

“Fuck, Addie,” he says again, gripping my ass and guiding my other leg around his hips until he’s holding me while I rub my clit against his erection.

He shuffles, and I freeze.

I’m too heavy.

I’m—

“Fucking shoes,” he mutters.

Negligent.