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“Really?” Her fingers ghost over the place on her neck where I left the mark that night. “It wasreal?”

“Yes.”

I expect her to cry, shout, or hit me. But instead, she does the one thing I never would have imagined.

She kneels down and wraps her hand around my hard cock, gazing up at me from under her lashes.

Her lips press against the tip. “I’m glad it was you.”

Am I dreaming now? I can’t believe what she’s doing and saying, but fuck, it’s hot.

She kisses down my throbbing length and licks it up to the tip. Pre-cum beads on the slit, and her eyes flick up to mine as she laps it up. A satisfied hum vibrates through my body.

She wants this. Wants me. How is it possible, knowing how messed up my actions have been?

I fist my hands in her hair, torn between urging her to go faster and making this exquisite torment last. Normally I would take control, fucking her mouth until she gagged around me. But right now, with Mary willingly on her knees for me, I want to savor this. I want to feel her worship me in a way she never has before.

Her lips wrap tightly around my erection, her tongue dancing along its sensitive underside.

“That’s it.” I run one hand through her hair while the other curls around her neck. “Take your time, Blue.”

Her response comes in the form of increased suction, causing my vision to swim momentarily.

There is no denying the raw hunger in her eyes. No amount of rationalization could explain away such undeniablechemistry. Perhaps that explains why I can’t seem to stay away from her despite knowing better.

My hand fists in her hair as she takes me deeper. The wet heat of her mouth and throat envelops my aching length. I grit my teeth, holding back a primal groan.

I caress her hair gently even as my hips twitch, wanting to take over. She gags once, then again as I hit the back of her throat, the contractions an exquisite torture.

She pulls back, gasping. A string of saliva and pre-cum connects her swollen lips to the tip of my dick.

This is the Mary I’ve craved to possess. Willing. Needy. Mine.

After a moment, she dives back down without hesitation, sucking me harder.

My composure threatens to crack. The power she’s surrendering in this act binds us more deeply than anything before. Because now I know she craves my dominance just as fiercely as I crave her surrender.

I grip her hair tighter, holding her in place as I thrust into the slick heat of her mouth. She moans, relaxing her throat, and takes me deeper.

The sight of her on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, is almost enough to end me. But I hold back, rolling my hips in a slow, steady rhythm, fucking that sweet mouth. So eager, so willing.

I tug on her hair, hauling her off me. Her lips are plump, and her eyes hazy. Waiting.

“On the bed. Now.”

She scrambles to obey, settling on her back against the pillows. She lies there, watching me with hooded eyes as I strip off the rest of my clothes.

When I’m naked, I crawl over her, settling between her spread thighs. I capture her mouth again, kissing her deeply while my hands wander over her body—kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples, gliding down to grip her hips.

She reaches for me, but I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Keep your hands there,” I say. “You know what will happen when you don’t, right?”

She nods, eyes fluttering closed. Trusting.

I trail my lips down her neck and over the swell of her breasts. Moving lower, I take one nipple into my mouth and suck hard. Her back arches, pushing her breast further into my mouth.

I lavish the same attention on her other nipple before continuing my path down her body. Over her stomach, hips, and down to her thighs. I pause there, gazing at the glistening, pink folds. She’s soaked for me.

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