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She must take my whimpers as encouragement because I feel her lips curl into a smile over my cock.

Okay, I’ll let you have this one, I think. Only because you’re working so hard to earn it.

I keep my hands buried in her hair, my fingers stroking her bangs away from her damp forehead, as I try to memorize this moment. The sounds she makes while she takes my cock, the desperation in our synchronized heavy breaths.

Despite my cock being more than a mouthful, she tries so hard to take all of me. I love how sloppy she is, the string of drool dripping out of the side of her mouth, her head bobbing with enthusiasm as I pump my hips and drive my cock deeper down her throat.

But the hottest part of it all is how desperate she is to please me. The way I catch her looking up at me, as if she’s also attuned to my reactions. Like she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

“Look at you,” I croon, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth. “Choking on my cock like a good little slut.” I tighten my fist in her hair and tug so I can see her pretty face. “You like having my cock in your mouth. You fucking love getting your face fucked, don’t you, baby?”

She smiles a wicked smile before swallowing hard. Her throat muscles contract around me so tightly I nearly black out.

Jesus Christ, this woman is an angel.

I’ve never had my dick sucked with as much enthusiasm. And fuck if it isn’t cracking me wide open. As if I needed another reason to be obsessed with her. “Goddamn, baby,” I hiss, feeling my orgasm bubbling to the surface. “I’m getting close,” I say in a warning. I know I told her I was going to come down her throat, but it’s polite to at least offer her a heads-up.

Not that she isn’t already more than aware.

Her fingernails pierce my flesh as she tightens her grip on my ass, her fingers grazing my crack before drifting down to cup my balls.

I swallow a gulp as a wave of terror flashes through me at the thought of her using those fingernails in more tender places. The giggle that vibrates around my cock, along with that cheeky smile she’s wearing, tells me that that was, in fact, her intention.

Such a fucking brat.

I glance at the mirror across the room, where I see our reflection, her naked form, full perky tits swaying with her rosebud nipples, her heart-shaped ass so fucking round and supple. The visual is so fucking hot, too much to take.

She twists a hand around the base of my cock, sucking harder as she swallows, and it feels like she’s sucking my soul from my body.

Warmth pools at the base of my spine. Feeling my muscles tense up, I squeeze my eyes shut as my balls tighten…and then I’m coming.

I reach out to brace myself on the bed as I fill her mouth with the ropes of hot liquid. She takes my cum like a fucking champ, swallowing each gush with a heavy gulp until I’m empty and spent.

I wipe the remnants from her lips, a sudden wave of exhaustion rocking through me as I stare down at the gorgeous woman who just rocked my world.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom.

She doesn’t even fight me as I draw her a bath, taking care to add a few essential oils for extra relaxation. If she’s anything like me, her brain’s probably offline for the rest of the night.

I climb into the warm water, sinking in behind her, and wrap my legs around her waist.

We don’t say much, except when I tell her to tip her head back so I can wash her hair. A comfortable silence settles between us, the last of our stress blissfully fucked away, leaving neither of us particularly concerned with what happens next.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Kira

The following morning, I wake up to the smell of bacon in the softest, plushest bed I’ve ever slept in. I’m naked, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the blinds and spilling across the room. It makes my bed at home feel like a foldaway cot.

I throw my arms up to stretch, wincing as my aching muscles protest. Memories of last night come crashing back, reminding me of where I am. My eyes snap open, and I bolt upright in a panic.

Fuck, I forgot about Matilda.

Still wrapped in the comforter like a sexy burrito, I dart out of bed, only to come crashing to the ground when I trip on the tangle of blankets.

I’m lying on the floor trying to untangle myself from the mummified sheets when a loud boom vibrates through the hardwood floors, and a moment later, I hear Roman’s approaching footsteps.

“What’s wrong?” He sets down the tray he’s holding and rushes toward me, pulling the blankets free.