Page 83 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

“Well,” I said, sliding off the couch and onto my knees in front of him, “that deserves a celebration.”

Amai’s eyes darkened as he watched me settle between his legs.

“Truth—”

“Shh.” I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath my palms. “Just let me take care of you.”

I’d given head before.

Plenty of times.

But this—this was different.

This wasn’t about pleasing someone because I felt obligated or because I wanted something in return.

This was about control.

About showing Amai that I could take him apart just as easily as he’d taken me apart.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, feeling it twitch in my grip, already half-hard again although we’d just finished.

Amai’s breath hitched.

I looked up at him through my lashes, holding his gaze as I leaned forward and dragged my tongue slowly up his length.

He groaned, his head falling back against the couch.

“Fuck, Truth⁠—”

I took him into my mouth, just the tip at first, swirling my tongue around the head before pulling back.

His hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more.

I smiled.

This was going to be fun.

I took him deeper this time, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard as I moved up and down his length. My hand worked in tandem with my mouth, stroking what I couldn’t fit.

Amai’s hands flew to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, trying to guide my movements.

I pulled off immediately and slapped his hands away.

“No touching,” I said firmly, my voice low and commanding. “Just take it.”

His eyes widened slightly—surprise mixed with arousal—and he let his hands fall to his sides, gripping the edge of the couch instead.

“Good boy,” I murmured, and then I went back to work.

I took him deep, so deep I felt him hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed around him.

Amai’s entire body jerked.

“Fuck—Truth⁠—”

I pulled back, letting saliva pool in my mouth, and then I spit on the tip of his dick, watching as it rolled down both sides.

Messy.