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I pop off with a breathy gasp, my eyes wide at his words—all of them. The crude ones and the ones that hint at this being more than a single night. “Make love?”
His cock, wet from my mouth, flexes hard in my hands as I repeat those two words.
“That’s what it will be, the first time I’m inside you. The first and every time.” My eyes, suddenly hot and scratchy, threaten to well up, so I drop my lashes and focus on trying to suck him again, but he cups my chin and lifts my face. “I want to love you the way a man loves his wife,” he says solemnly. “And the only reason I’m letting you play with my cock right now is a dark, twisted hope you get addicted to the power of milking Daddy’s seed, buying me enough time to convince you to love me right back.”
I laugh. I shouldn’t, it’s not the right moment at all, but Trick is worried aboutmelovinghim?
His brows shoot up, and I immediately stop giggling.
“I’m serious,” he growls.
I give me a slow, careful smile, even though I can still feel that wild, disbelieving laughter rippling through my body. “Yes, Daddy,” I breathe. “You should make get addicted to your taste. That is a very, very good plan.”
I take him back into my mouth, and he fists my hair into a ponytail. “Don’t tease me, girl. You think you know what you’re in for, but when I come, I’m going to overflow your mouth. You’ll have to swallow it all down or make a big mess.”
I moan and take him deeper, too deep, and my body protests, hollowing out at the unexpected gag reflex reaction.
“Is that your pretty little throat?” He grunts under his breath. “Jesus Christ, Sin, you’ll getmeaddicted to the tight squeeze of that if you’re not careful. Need to fuck your face every morning to start the day. Doing retirement right, that’s the new plan. Do you have room for me in your dorm bed? A big baseball player who needs his cock sucked by the coed?”
More filthy words that sound like a promise of forever.
I nod even though I don’t live in a dorm, but I could start if it made Trick this hard. My head bobs around his erection and another pulse of seed spills onto my tongue. His grip on my hair tightens, holding my head at an angle where he can see my eyes, and he starts to moving his hips, thrusting the flared head of his cock back and forth over my eager tongue.
His scent and taste get stronger, his groans filling the air, and then he pushes, once again threatening my gag relex. My whole core tightens up as I fight to breathe around him, and he goes rock hard and super still.
A moment I will remember forever.
A moment immediately followed by a flood, his release, a thick load that is hard to swallow and that does make a mess, spilling down my lips.
Above me, Trick heaves, then rocks back on his heels, pulling out.
His expression instantly clears, the wild lust being replaced by shock and a more responsible awareness.
“Oh, little mouse,” he whispers, his voice rough. “What a good girl you are, giving me more than I deserve. Come here.” He leans over and scoops me up, not caring at all that my face is a mess.
In fact, once he has me sitting on his lap on the bed, he cups my cheeks and wipes my lower lip with his thumb with a surprisingly fond look on his face. Almost as if helikeshow messy I am.
“Here,” he says abruptly. “Have a drink.”
He pours me a proper glass of champagne. Maybe bubbly will forever now be entwined with the memory of this first taste of him.
I shift restlessly in his lap, my own ache pulsing to the fore again now that I’ve tamed the beast.
He’s watching my mouth still.
“Do you want some champagne?” I hold out the glass.
He nods, but instead of taking it, he shifts me to recline against the pillows, and he grabs the bottle, then shoulders his way between my thighs. “I’ve wanted to drink from you since you peeled off my jersey.”
I squeak in surprise as he pours a splash of champagne into my belly button, then covers it with his lips and swallows the mouthful.
He lifts his head, his throat still working, and he holds my gaze. “You taste better than I imagined, Sinclaire Rosehill.”
“You…thought about…” I trail off into a sigh as he presses the rounded mouth of the glass bottle against my nipple and tips it carefully, sending a river of bubbles over my breast and down my belly. He starts at the bottom and licks it up, ending at my breast.
He pulls the whole swell of my tit into his mouth, sucking greedily, answering my question.
He’s pulling on my body like I sucked on his cock. Two willing victims being pulled into a sex trap we never want to escape from. Addicted to each other’s bodies, craving each other’s words…
