Page 84 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

Wet.

Exactly how I liked it.

I’d earned the nickname Headmaster back in college, and I’d never had a single complaint.

Not that I was going to tell Amai that.

Let him think this was just for him.

I took him back into my mouth, deeper this time, and set a rhythm that had him trembling beneath me.

His breathing was ragged now, his chest heaving, and I could feel the tension building in his thighs.

“Truth—baby—I’m gonna⁠—”

I didn’t stop.

I sucked harder, faster, my hand twisting at the base, and then I felt it.

His entire body went rigid.

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a scream, his toes curling against the hardwood floor, his fingers white-knuckled as they gripped the throw pillow beside him.

And then he came.

Hot and thick, shooting down the back of my throat.

I swallowed every drop, not stopping, not slowing, even as he gasped and shuddered beneath me.

“Truth—wait—I can’t⁠—”

I didn’t wait.

I kept going, my mouth still working him, and I felt him start to harden again almost immediately.

His hands flew to my shoulders, trying to push me off.

“Truth—stop—I can’t⁠—”

I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the couch, holding him in place as I continued.

“Oh, shit—” His voice cracked, his entire body trembling. “Oh shit, I’m about to nut again⁠—”

I pulled off just as I felt him start to tip over the edge, and then I climbed onto his lap, positioning myself over him.

His eyes were wild, unfocused, his chest heaving.

I sank onto him in one smooth motion, taking him all the way to the hilt.

Amai’s body buckled.

He came immediately, his release pulsing inside me as I rode him through it.

He jerked forward, wrapping his arms around me, his nails digging into my back as he buried his face in my neck.

“Fuck—Truth—fuck⁠—”

I kept moving, grinding down on him, drawing out every last second of his orgasm until he was shaking, gasping, damn near in tears.