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“Sam,” I groaned.

God, nothing had ever felt as good as what she did to me.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got a gorgeous cock?”

I shook my head and she hummed in her throat like that was disappointing—like it was a travesty that no one had ever complimented my dick before.

Her gaze stayed locked on my face as she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking my cock into her mouth, her tongue now sliding against the underside of my dick and the sensitive nerves there. My eyes were hooded, but I refused to look away. I’d dreamed of this moment far too many times to not watch every second and memorize it.

I slid my hands through her hair, pulling it together into a makeshift ponytail and then wrapping it around one hand. The way her eyes darkened and she moaned with my cock in her mouth had my hips inadvertently thrusting upward.

This woman was going to be my undoing.

And I’d never wanted anything more.

Her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper, and the sound she made—this low, satisfied hum like she was enjoying this as much as I was—sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me that had my grip tightening in her hair.

“Fuck, Sam.” The curse slipped out rough and unfiltered, but I didn’t care. Not with her mouth on me like that. Not with those blue eyes watching me like my unraveling was her favorite thing she’d ever witnessed.

She pulled back just enough to run her tongue along the underside of my cock, her hand working the base with a grip that was firm and sure and absolutely devastating. Then she took me deep again—deeper than before—and my head fell back against the pillow as a groan tore out of my chest. I was being too loud, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

Goddamn, her mouth was heaven.

I’d imagined this more times than I could count, and yet every single fantasy fell short of the reality.

Sam was a goddess, and I would happily worship at her altar for the rest of my life.

She pulled off just long enough to speak. “I love watching you like this.” Her voice was a little breathless, her lips were swollen, and the look on her face was pure, unapologetic hunger. “You’re always so controlled. So steady.” She licked a slow stripe up my cock and I shuddered. “I want to wreck you, Harry.”

Mission accomplished.

She took me back into her mouth, and I stopped being able to think in complete sentences.

There were only her lips.

Her tongue.

Her hand.

And so much pleasure it was blinding.

Her rhythm was relentless, and too soon, pressure built at the base of my spine until my whole body was strung tight. My hips moved on their own, thrusting up to meet her, while my hand tightened on her hair, controlling her movements more and more. She moaned around me like that was exactly what she wanted.

“Sam…” My voice was barely recognizable. “I’m going to come.”

She didn’t pull back or slow down. Instead, her gaze was demanding and the message was clear. Her hand gripped my thigh, holding me in place, and she took me as deep as she could.

I came with her name on my lips and my hand fisted in her hair. She swallowed every drop of me like I was something she’d been starving for. My body shook through my release, and when I finally sagged against the bed, my breath was ragged and my body languid.

She kissed her way back up my stomach, my chest, the side of my neck, and then she was lying on top of me with her chin propped on her hands and a smile that could only be described as smug.

“It’s so rare to hear you curse and yet you did it multiple times in the span of like fifteen minutes,” she said. “That might be a record for you.”

I stared at the ceiling, wanting to respond, but it felt like my brain was still offline. “Give me a minute.”

She laughed, the sound so bright and happy, and then pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Take your time. I’ve got nowhere to be. Besides, this is a pretty great way to start the morning.”

I grunted in agreement because words were too hard right now.