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I gaped at him, unblinking. Could I do that? Did I want to do that? The lust firing through me answered that question.

Yes. I really did want to do that.

“I’ve…never done it before.”

“I should hope not, angel. Otherwise I would have to hunt down every cunt who knows what it’s like to have your beautiful mouth wrapped around them and cut their dicks off.” A nervous laugh bubbled out of me, but at the serious expression Jacob wore, something told me he wasn’t joking. Thankfully, he continued before I had to find a reply. “Is it something you want to try?”

I inhaled a shaky breath. “Yes.”

A devilish smirk curved his lips, and as he held my gaze, he started to unbuckle his belt. “On your knees, angel.”

My gaze darted around, making sure the staff hadn’t suddenly reappeared. “Here?”

Jacob grabbed my chin and twisted it back to him. “Here. Now.”

His tone held no room for argument, and a knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach at being caught, but I wanted to please Jacob. Doing as I was told, I slunk off my chair, getting to my knees as he pulled his stiff cock free.

I settled between his spread legs, the pulse in my pussy becoming intolerable. Swallowing nervously, I blinked up at Jacob from under my lashes. “I…uh, I don’t know what to do.”

“Give me your hand,” Jacob instructed.

I reached for him, and he took my hand in his, guiding it to his shaft and curling his fingers around mine so that my hand was wrapped against his length. I licked my lips at feeling how hard he was, my mouth salivating.

Moving our hands together, they glided up and down, and after several pumps, Jacob released my hand, leaving me to continue stroking him, our gazes locked on each other.

“Tighter, angel,” Jacob gritted through clenched teeth. I adjusted my grip, hoping I wasn’t squeezing too hard. “That’s good. Now, when you’re ready, start by using your tongue to run over my crown and keep your hand wrapped around my base.”

Tentatively, I leaned forward and poked my tongue out, licking up a bead of pre-cum seeping from his slit. A memory of the first time I tasted Jacob flashed into my mind as the tang of salt burst over my taste buds, the time when he’d drugged me and wiped his come over my lips.

A flash of anger threatened to ruin the need to pleasure him, but I didn’t let it grow. What happened before was in the past. Jacob had never been in a relationship before and was learning what was acceptable and what was not. We were both learning for the sake of the other.

“Christ, angel,” he hissed, his head tilting back. Encouraged by his reaction, I shifted forward, opening my mouth to wrap around the width of the head and testing what it felt like to suck it. “Fuck, that’s it. Now slide your mouth down and your hand up until they meet.”

I lowered down, my cheeks puffing out to accommodate his thickness. When it felt like I couldn’t take him any further, I glided my hand up to meet my lips. More moisture gathered in my mouth, and I swallowed it down, increasing the pressure around his cock, and causing him to release a guttural groan.

His hands lifted to tangle his fingers into my hair, using several strands to pull my head back. My brows creased with confusion as I popped off his length and glanced up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Fucking hell, no. I’m just trying not to come too soon. I want to savor this moment, angel.”

A relieved smile tugged at my lips before I wrapped my mouth around him again and took him to the back of my throat, stopping again before I could gag. Within a few seconds, I found a rhythm of bobbing my head up and down while moving my hand, keeping my grip tight. Between my legs, the throb demanded attention, and I shifted my legs, seeking friction despite the tenderness.

Jacob’s pants and groans grew louder, echoing into the night, and while a little part of me knew that the staff could likely hear us, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“Angel, I’m…not, fuck, I’m not going to last…much longer,” Jacob panted, his fingers tightening in my hair. “I need to come so fucking badly.”

Abruptly, he stood, the movement pushing his cock further into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged around him, coughing and sliding back so I could take a breath. But Jacobs’s hold tightened, holding my head still. His hips pistoned, driving his cock further and further down my throat.

Tears welled in my eyes, and I grabbed his thighs, unsure whether to attempt to push him away or use his stance to steady myself. I realized, though, that there was no chance of me pushing him away; his grip on my head was too strong, and I was helpless but to hold still while he roughly fucked my throat.

“I’m coming, angel. Fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat.”

A gargled response escaped from me, and before I had time to prepare, thick salty liquid exploded in my mouth. With Jacob’s grip immovable, I had no choice but to swallow everything he gave me, more gargled noises coming from me as I tried to swallow burst after burst of his come.

There was too much for me to take, and I spluttered, come spilling out and trickling down my chin, along with my saliva. When his hips stopped jerking, he pulled free from my mouth and grabbed my hands to tug me to my feet.

His gaze roamed over my face, taking in the tears mixed with the mess around my mouth before his fingers grabbed the back of my neck, and he yanked me forward to give me a bruising kiss.

His tongue lapped against mine, tasting his release before he broke away. Keeping his hand on the back of my neck, he placed a tender kiss on my forehead, the opposite of the rough kiss he’d just given me.