Page 241 of The Wright Man

And I meant that shit.

She giggled around my dick, then moaned so loud it vibrated through me.

This was the same girl who tried to cover up when I stared at her naked. Who used to stifle her moans like she was embarrassed to enjoy herself too much. That girl was gone.

Now? She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and spit on her chin, proud of how completely she had me wrecked.

"Look at you," I rasped, fisting the sheets as my hips jerked. "Look how fuckin' pretty you look with my dick in your mouth."

Her eyes fluttered closed for a second, then opened again, and she moaned around me, loud and shameless. Sloppy. Perfect. I couldn't stop talking—couldn't stop giving her more of what she clearly wanted.

"That's it, Angel. You take it so good. So fuckin' good. This mouth was made for me."

I grabbed her hair and started thrusting into her mouth like I needed to fuck the memories of every other woman I'd ever been with out of my brain.

And she took it. All of it.

When she reached between her thighs and started touching herself, I lost it. Her eyes rolling back, moaning around me all soft and desperate, turned the fuck on—tipped me straight over.

"Damn," I choked out. "You that ready for me? You touching yourself while you suck this dick?"

She nodded slightly, eyes never leaving mine. Her lips stretched wide around me, spit dripping from her chin, hand still stroking herself like she couldn't wait. Like pleasing me was turning her on more than anything else.

I came with a loud, guttural groan, hips jerking. She took every drop. Didn't flinch. Didn't slow down.

She fucking kept going.

"Shit, Angel—fuck, baby—damn, that's... that's too good," I babbled, barely coherent, hand in her hair like it was the only thing anchoring me to this plane of existence.

She held me in her mouth, tongue swirling and teasing while she stroked me with both hands. Cupped my balls, sucked them gently, then went back to working my shaft with that same eager hunger like she was still chasing something.

And she got it.

Another orgasm built before I could recover. I tried to warn her, but all I managed was a strangled, "Shit, just like that, again—fuck, I'm gonna—"

She moaned again, loud and unapologetic, and that was it. I came in her mouth a second time, my whole body locking up while I babbled filth I couldn't even remember. All I knew was she looked perfect like that—eyes heavy, all smug satisfaction.

When she finally let me go with a wet pop, she licked her lips and gave me the cockiest little smile.

I snatched her up before she could blink. Crashed my mouth to hers, kissed her deep, messy, with every ounce of love and possessiveness in my damn chest.

"That's my fucking girl," I growled against her lips.

And she grinned like she knew it.

I let my heart rate come back to earth as I kissed her, touching her everywhere my hands could reach, until I felt her start to squirm and grind against me.

"You trust me?" I asked, looking down at her, her body molded against mine like she was made for me.

Her answer was instant. "Always."

No hesitation. No second thought.

I kissed her slow, tasted the truth of it on her lips. Then I flipped her onto her back, quick and smooth, grinning when she giggled and reflexively wrapped herself around me.

"We're gonna try something new tonight."

She stilled slightly, breath hitching just enough for me to feel it.