Page 161 of Sweet Temptation

I struggled to hold back my own meltdown, but it was a losing battle.

“Summer… I’m gonna come…” I growled out, and she lifted herself off me.

Then she dropped down on her knees in front of me, grabbed my dick, and pulled me toward her face. I went with her, sliding to the edge of the chair as she pulled me into her mouth.

Fuck, yes…

I bucked my hips, thrusting into her. I already knew this feeling, so fucking well… the soft, sucking heat of Summer’s mouth.

Fucking paradise.

I felt the volcanic rush building in me, trembling through me, and when I shot off, she slid her mouth off my dick. She licked my slit… and I came on her face.

She let me.

I’d never had a woman let me do that before, much less instigate it.

I just fucking stared and groaned as she squeezed the shaft of my dick in her hand… and I shot off in hot bursts all over her lips and cheek. It was the most primal, erotic, alpha feeling I’d ever experienced.

And watching the queen on her knees in front of me licking my come off her lips? It was so fucking hot I almost died.

My heart wasn’t so used to this shit. If I wasn’t careful, it was gonna blow out like a tire taking a corner too damn fast.

But I couldn’t pull myself back.

I couldn’t put the brakes on.

I didn’t even want to.

I grabbed her face in my hands, leaned down and licked the rest of my come off her face with a swipe of my tongue, then kissed her. We made out like that for a good minute or so, hyperventilating as we devoured each other. I didn’t even think about it. It wasn’t some fantasy of mine to eat my own come off a woman’s face or out of her mouth… but with her, there were no limits.

I just dove right in.

The sex between us was raw and uncensored, naked and free. Any time I pushed some limit, she pushed right back and drove me over another line.

What line?

There were no lines.

Her body and mine just kept fusing, fucking… invading one another’s without hesitation or mercy.

And there was no end in sight.

When we were finally so spent that we sagged against each other, gasping for breath, I pulled her up and took her to the bed. I dropped her on it, then sprawled across it with a groan.

She laughed. “Holy fuck,” she moaned. “Do I have work to do.”

“Huh?” I looked at her. Was that a statement or a question?

She wasn’t falling into bed with me, just sitting on the edge, breathing heavily.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, as she got up. I reached for her feebly, but she pulled on a robe and headed to the bathroom.

She smiled at me from the doorway. “You are way too distracting, Ronan Sterling,” she sighed, but she was still smiling. She sounded breathless and tired, but determined. “You know I’ve got a big show at the Pandora tomorrow night. I need to work on my set list and prepare.”

“Oh. That.”

She laughed again. “Yeah. That.”

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