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I shake my head. “I don’t give a fuck.”
She cocks her head at me defiantly. “Well, Ido.”
She slips down my legs and my fist tightens in her hair, holding her there.
“I swear to God, Hannah, if you leave this bed—” I growl, but she reaches up, pressing a finger to my lips to silence me. If I weren’t so fucking surprised, I’d bite her.
“We’re uneven,” she says as if that’s supposed to mean something to me, but with a flush in her cheeks of shy embarrassment, she slips even lower, between my legs.
Fuck. Me.
“Hannah,” I warn when she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and grips me through my boxers. It’s not confident. It’s nervous and self-conscious.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to let me do this?” She cocks a brow at me.
Little fucking brat.
My spine stiffens when she slips my boxers down, a breath hissing out through my teeth when she wraps her palm around me for the first fucking time.
Fuck, I’ve waited years to feel her hand wrapped around my cock.
“Fine, little doe,” I grit, leaning back against the pillows and tucking my arm behind my head to watch her. “You win.”
A small, mischievous smile tugs at her lips and she repeats the motion and I swear every fucking muscle in my body tightens.
Carefully, she leans down as if the task of taking me in her mouth is daunting and runs her tongue along the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I bite, a groan rumbling through my chest from the simple little motion. Hannah squirms, readjusting on the bed and moving lower to run her tongue up the underside of my shaft and it’s all I can do not to fist her hair and pry that pretty little mouth open. “Stop playing with it,” I rasp when she runs her lips over me, and her cheeks flame.
“Are you always this moody about your blow jobs? Maybe you’re not in the right mood.” If she knew what her taunting did to me, she’d be singing a different tune.
“When I’ve been waiting years, yeah, I fucking am.”
She eyes me cynically, wrapping her palm around me again.
“You honestly expect me to believe you haven’t slept with anyone else in years?”
Reaching down, I grip her hair in a fist, tugging her gaze up to meet mine when she tries to swirl her tongue around my tip.
“Let me make myself clear, little doe. I’ve waited years to see that pretty mouth choking on my cock. Suck.”
Her lip trembles, a shaky sigh leaving her throat when I release my hold. She lowers back down, her eyes half-lidded and hazy because that’s what Hannah and I are.
Fucking toxic. Fucking broken. Pieced together by the same tragedy and fear.
My roughness should make her run. Unfortunately for her, it only makes her want me more.
The moment she slips her lips around me, it feels like coming home. My head falls back and I let out a growl, my hand resting on top of her cinnamon-colored waves tightening, but not moving her. I’ll let her set the pace, for now.
“That’s it,” I rumble, my body tight with the need to feel her taking all of me. She moans in response, the vibrations sending a shot of fire down my spine. “All of it.”
She slips me deeper, her hand wrapping around the bottom of my cock to feed my length between her lips. It’s fucking intoxicating, seeing my pretty little doe on her knees in front of me, her lips wrapped around my cock. I ball my other fist behind my head to keep from winding it through her hair and making her swallow the rest of me.
“Such a fucking good girl,” I grit through my teeth when she manages to slip more than half my length into her mouth. “You look so fucking pretty taking my cock.”
She moans in acquiescence, lashes fluttering softly against her cheeks. My phone buzzes again, from the nightstand, but I ignore it.
