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ChapterTwenty-One
Eden
The second he bucked against my face, I gagged around his girth.
Holy fucking hell, the man had a cock on him. I stroked his base, feeling the bulging veins from his dick pulsing against the palm of my hand. I wrapped my tongue around his tip, licking droplets of precum as they made their way to the surface.
And as his dick pulsed along my teeth, my anger toward him faded away.
Replacing itself with a curiosity I simply had to satiate.
“Mmmmm,” I hummed.
“Damn it,” he growled.
Had I been able to grin, I would have. For once, I was in control. For once, he was at my mercy, and I turned the tables on him in a fucking heartbeat. I released the base of his dick and wrapped my arms beneath his legs. I tossed them over my shoulders, rendering him speechless as a grunt fell from his lips. My hands clung to the arms of his chair as I pushed myself up onto my knees, tilting him backward and opening his pelvis as the rest of his cock slid down the back of my throat.
And as his hand twisted tightly into my hair, a luxurious statement fell from his lips.
“God fucking damn it, sweet girl. So good for me.”
His sounds spurred me forward as I bobbed my head up and down his length. He bucked ravenously, sinking himself deeper into the chair as I continued pushing his legs toward his body. His balls hung low with a need for release. His fingernails raked against my scalp, sending shivers down my body as my muscles locked up.
And when my throat closed around his manhood, I felt like the most powerful woman in the world.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he glowered, “don’t you fucking stop, sweet girl. Oh. Jesus. Yes, just like that.”
There was something strangely hot about him. About hearing him beg for more of what I had to give him, even though he had commanded me to get on my knees simply because he could. There was something satiating about pinning him to that chair with his legs in the air like that as his hips bucked against my mouth. I took him all the way back, gagging and forcing my breathing to sync with my need to taste him.
And as spit dripped down my neck, his legs locked up over my shoulders.
“Oh—fuck,” he choked out.
Thread after thread of luscious arousal pumped down the back of my throat. His salted taste wasn’t overpowering like some of the men that I had been with, and I relished the bitter aftertaste as he filled my stomach. I nuzzled his tightly-wound curls, pulling hisses of joy from between his lips. His cock throbbed with an aching need as he emptied himself down the back of my throat, and all at once he collapsed.
There was something wildly sexy about a man who stood his ground. About a man who would trade information just to feel me against him again.
It all felt so wrong, but God damn it my brain convinced me of how right it felt.
“Now,” I murmured as I slid his dick out from my mouth, “your turn.”
I looked up and watched his hazy stare connect with the ceiling. He sat there for a second, with his legs tossed over my shoulders, and panted for the air his lungs desperately needed. I wiped at my neck. I nuzzled his leg, wiping away the spittle upon my cheek. And as I saw the healthy flush of his post-orgasmic bliss fade away from his skin, I watched that snake slither his way back to the forefront.
Causing him to yank his legs off my shoulders.
“Ah!” I exclaimed as his shoe caught my earring.
I barely managed to get it untangled before he ripped my fucking ear off. “Get up.”
I fell back onto my ass and scooted toward my chair. “I said, it’s your turn. Tell me what you know.”
As he shoved himself back into his pants, I watched his lips murmur. I heard him whispering to himself while shaking his head, and I took the moment to pull myself up from the floor. My body felt weak. Used. Heavy, with the weight of his mark swirling around in my stomach. And as I stumbled back into my chair, I ran my fingers through my hair.
Before he leveled his gaze with my own.
“Did you know that your father knows Thaddius Beauregard?”
I blinked. “Who?”
