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I suck on her collarbone and drag the front of her shirt down so I can reach the slope of her breast. “That right?” I ask. “You want a mouthful of me?”
“Yes,” she hisses, trying desperately to rub herself against the front of my jeans. She wants release, and I want to give it to her.
“You can only have it if you behave yourself.”
“But—”
“Stop moving, Hannah. You’re going to hurt your head.”
“Carter! I want it,” she says. “Now.”
“You’re in no position to make demands.” I carry her to the sofa and sit her down on it. She scrambles onto her knees, and I wrap my hand around her throat. The excitement in her eyes, the way she lifts her chin to stare at me, daring me to make a move, drives me fucking wild.
Hannah squirms on the sofa. “Please,” she whimpers.
I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock. It lolls in front of her, and her eyes widen.
“You think you can take this?”
“I want to try.”
I slide my hands up to her head and bring her forward. She opens her mouth and trails her tongue over the head. My cock throbs at the contact. “You… are going to drive me fucking crazy, Princess.”
We’ve never done this before. Her sucking my dick. Even though I’ve pictured it countless times. She takes me in her mouth and sucks, and my eyes roll back. I grip her head a little harder so she feels the pressure. And guide that smooth warmth up and down my shaft.
The pleasure is exquisite, and so are the noises she’s making. Gagging, sucking, moaning and whimpering. Her head bobs in front of me, and she stares up at me, those blue eyes wide and almost pleading. She wants me to come.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, pulling her back.
Her mouth pops free, and she frowns at me. “Why did you stop? I wanted to finish you off.”
“You want me to come in your mouth?”
“On my face,” she whispers.
“Fuck, Hannah. You are?—”
Footsteps thud up the stairs outside, and we both freeze, staring at each other, wide-eyed.
“Crap,” Hannah whispers, and scrambles off the sofa. “I have no idea who?—”
A knock rattles the front door. “Han? You home?” Cash’s voice.
Her jaw drops, and she covers her mouth.
I tuck my dick back into my jeans and make sure my arousal is hidden. Hurriedly, I look around the room. The donut box is on its side, so I right it.
Hannah hurriedly checks her hair and fixes her shirt.
“Han?”
“Yeah, just a minute.” She gestures for me to sit on the sofa.
I do, my phone in hand, and I fix a frown on my face, like I’m intensely focused on something.
Hannah unlocks the front door and lets Cash inside. He steps into the tiny living room. “Took you— Savage?”
I glance up and raise a hand. “Hey,” I say, and the look on his face is fucking dangerous. Suspicious, his brows drawn inward. He strokes his jaw, clean-shaven for once, and flicks his gaze from Hannah to me, then back again.
