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My hands curled into his thick, ebony mane, clinging for leverage as his movements grew faster and harder.

One leg rose up to lay over his shoulder, his hand falling over the curve of my thigh, and I moaned loudly, my brink reached.

“Mm,” Paxton mumbled. “Mm, good.”

The vibration, the urgency of his tongue, all of it spiraled me out of control, and I released against him—but didn’t stop.

“Again,” he breathed into my soaked pussy, and I mewled, fingers tightening around his hair.

My clit throbbed, and he added a finger, my walls seizing around him as he easily drew me up to the next level, my second orgasm spilling almost on top of my first.

“Good girl, Mylee.” His tongue teased around the sensitive spots, nose nuzzling to inhale me fully before he rose and released my raised thigh gently to the ground. Placing a soft kiss on my panting lips, he cocked his head.

“Feel better?” he asked lightly when he withdrew his lips from mine.

I shook my head, biting on my lower lip, and spun him around, forcing his back to the mirror. “Not yet,” I rasped, reaching to undo his belt buckle. “But I know what will make me feel much, much better.”

CHAPTER22

Paxton

“Oh, baby—” I started to say, reaching down to pull her up, but Mylee already had my cock out of my pants and in her hand.

She stared up at me with her huge, haunting dark eyes, daring me to stop her before dropping to her knees.

“Are you going to say no?” she murmured, her hot breath bringing me to a full erection even before her tongue trailed along the hard shaft.

A low, feral groan fell from my slacked jaw, and I shook my head, hair falling against the glass of the mirror behind me. I was rock-hard and ready for her, even before she sucked the tip of my head down her rosebud lips.

“Fuck!” I moaned, my cry reverberating in the elevator bank.

Slowly, skillfully, she took me deep. My hands collected her thick, dark hair, my eyes watching her high cheekbones inhale the long thickness of my erection, and I groaned again. The walls of her mouth suctioned me like a gentle vacuum, my release already prepared as wafts of her scent tingled through my nostrils.

Soft hands massaged my sack, and I dropped my head back again, allowing her to take me fully down her throat, my hips jutting deeper as her breaths quickened. My hands tightened around her hair, pulling her forward, hips arching forward.

“Fuck, Mylee!”

My excited utterances only fueled her movements, making her work faster, and I sighed, trying to hold back, but it was futile. She had me exactly where she wanted me, and I didn’t want to hold out a minute longer.

“I’m going to come right down that pretty little throat if you don’t stop,” I growled.

Again, her dark eyes turned upward, shielded by those thick lashes, and she nodded, sucking me all the way down. She wanted me to finish exactly where I promised.

She didn’t stop, and in seconds, I exploded in hot streams in her mouth as Mylee took all of me, her fingers tightening around my hardness.

My body quivered, spasming, and her tongue lolled against the head of my cock, lapping it all up.

Ensuring every last drop, she finally took her mouth away. She slowly ambled to her heels, straightening out her skirt, and cast me a sly look. “You owe me a new pair of underwear,” she teased.

“Baby, I’ll buy you a new wardrobe. You know that.”

Her smile faltered. “Please don’t buy me anything else. I was just kidding.”

“I wasn’t.” I turned to her, zipping up my pants and fastening my belt. “It’s only stuff, Mylee. There’s no shame in taking it.”

“Itisonly stuff,” she agreed tartly, and I raised an eyebrow.

“You say that like it’s evil,” I offered. “It’s nice to have stuff. It’s better than not having stuff.”

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