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My words seem to spur her on, because she takes me deeper, sucking a little harder and using her hand to meet her lips. I’m fighting long-buried demons not to wrap her hair around my fist and fuck her face, breathing hard and biting the inside of my cheek, but when she sucks a little too hard, a lightning bolt shoots through me and my hips jerk of their own accord. Clara gags, coughing and spluttering around my cock and I pull away from her, cupping her jaw.

“Shit, sorry, baby,” I huff out. “You good?” I drag my thumb over the curve of her cock-swollen lips.

She nods, and when she looks up at me through watery eyes there’s an unexpected fire in her gaze. “Do that again.”

Grabbing my cock, she’s not gentle, leaning in and wrapping her lips around me, sucking firm. She starts bobbing up and down, going deeper each time, and despite the shadow of my uncertainty, I cradle the back of her head and shift my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat. She gags again, only this time she holds onto me, and I can’t pull out. She continues sucking, the sound of her throat’s objection flooding my senses and sending me feral with need.

“Shit,” I grunt, thrusting with a little more determination, my orgasm right there at the base of my spine, threatening to release. “You fuckin’ like that, don’t ya?” I grit out, smoothing the damp strands of hair out of her face so I can get a clear view of those pretty eyes brimming with tears. “You like chokin’ on my cock.”

Clara hums around me, and her suction increases, her teeth clinking against my piercings with every pass. She moans, the vibrations hitting the tip of my dick and causing me to shiver, and when I see her free hand between her thighs, I’m as good as fuckin’ gone.

“That’s it,” I hiss lowly. “Play with my perfect fuckin’ cunt while I fuck your greedy mouth.”

Clara moans again, and I know she loves my filthy words.

“You ’bout to come for me, darlin’?” I grit out. “You ’bout to come with my cock down your throat?”

The sound she makes is a combination of a moan, a groan, a whimper, and a breathless pant, with what appears to be a yes mixed in there somewhere, and only because I know she wants it, I do wrap her hair around my fist, because I can tell she’s loving every fuckin’ second of this.

Controlling her movements with the fistful of her hair, I push her down hard, feeling her throat close up, and pull her back off, allowing her to breathe. I do it over and over again until she screams around me, her mouth falling lax as her body shudders through the waves of her orgasm.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” I rasp, gently sliding my cock in and out of her mouth while she comes back down from her high. “Now, look me in my eyes and tell me using your words,” I say, tucking my finger under her chin and forcing her eyes to mine. “Where do you want my cum?”

“My mouth,” she says like it’s a goddamn plea, and when her hands move around, grabbing my ass, nails biting into my skin as she urges me closer, that about does it.

Sliding my cock all the way until I hit the back of her throat, she moans around me and my head falls back on a low, rumbling groan as my orgasm barrels through me like a goddamn freight train.

“Fuck, Clara. Here it comes, baby,” I warn, forcing my eyes down to watch her take me.

My head clouds and my knees go weak as I come hard with a low growl, releasing hot ropes of cum down her throat. I hold onto the wall, one hand wrapped around the back of Clara’s head. She gazes up at me, her eyes watering as she accepts everything I have to give her, but then I pull out of her lips witha pop before I’ve barely collected myself, grasping her chin and urging her up to her feet.

“Don’t you fuckin’ swallow.”

Her eyes widen, flaring with obvious confusion.

“Show me.” I gently squeeze her cheeks together, forcing her lips to part enough to catch a glimpse of my cum filling her mouth, some dribbling out the corners and down her chin.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, closing my eyes on a shuddering exhale. Crashing my lips to hers, I pin her back against the tiles and kiss her desperately.

CHAPTER 40

CLARA

My thigh muscles are aching in the best possible way after our shower, the memory of Cole inside of me causing a delicious throb to linger between my legs. I have never been this into sex. It’s almost confronting. Before Cole, sex was a chore and never enjoyable. I lost count of the amount of times I would have to hold back tears while being intimate with Cain. The times I would pretend to be asleep in the hope that I’d get out of it only to be woken by him. I hated sex. But with Cole, it’s like I have this newfound need. I want sex with Cole. I want to be intimate and close with him. I want to do all the things with him. And I’ve never had that before.

“Ready?”

I stop on my way out of the bedroom, dressed to go collect Tommy and Billie from school, my brows knitting together at Cole standing there dressed, twirling his keys around his index finger.

“What’s… going on?” I look around, worried I’ve missed something.

“Let’s go get the kids from school.”

“Oh”—I rear back—“you don’t need to come.”

Cole shifts on his feet, and I snap my mouth shut when I realize that probably came across as rude.

“I mean,” I soften my tone, adding a smile, “you can, if you want. But… you don’thaveto.”