Page 121 of After All This Time

His hand falls to my hair, fingers threading through as I take him between my lips. I swirl my tongue over the head, hollowingmy cheeks, and look up at him. His head falls back, a broken laugh escaping him as he rubs a hand over his face.

"God, you're such a fucking tease."

I release him with a pop, smirking as I drag my tongue along the thick vein on the underside. "What's the matter, baby? You want more?"

His jaw tightens, and he pulls his shirt over his head. I rise up, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his abs, tracing every ridge with my tongue. When I reach his nipple piercing, I flick it with my tongue before giving it a gentle tug with my teeth.

I wrap my fingers around him, pumping slowly as he pulls back just enough to watch me. My tongue flicks out to wet my lips, and his gaze zeroes in on the movement.

"Suck it before I lose my goddamn mind, rip off your shorts, and make a mess of you," he raspsas his hand slides into my hair.

My lips stretch wide around him, and I swallow him down. Each stroke, each swirl of my tongue, is designed to drive him crazy. His body tenses beneath my touch, his thighs like coiled steel, and the deep groans escaping his lips let me know it's working.

I want to wreck him.

"You turn me on so fucking much, Mills. Your mouth is… fuck," he drawls, his voice breaking as I deep-throat him, my nose pressing against his stomach.

Tears gather at the corners of my eyes as I choke around him, and the sound breaks something wild inside him. His grip tightens in my hair—possessive and demanding—and when I pull back, I spit on him.

He raises both of his hands, firmly grasping my head, and begins to buck his hips, thrusting until I moan around him.

"Jesus fuck, Mills," he growls. "You look so fucking pretty with your mouth full of my cock."

I relax my throat for him, letting him use me how he needs. Each brutal push has me digging half-moons into his thighs, making my body come alive with every animalistic sound he makes.

"Fuck, come here."

I stand, and he rips my shirt off like he can't wait another second. My bra hits the floor, and suddenly, I'm in his lap, my back against his chest.

His hands are everywhere.One massages my breast, his thumb circling my nipple while the other slides down my body. His fingertips graze my stomach, moving so close to the waistband of my leggings that I’m already fucking panting.

His lips ghost over my shoulder, hot against my skin, but it's the way his eyes catch mine in the mirror that has me pushing my thighs together.

His fingers dip beneath the waistband, and I squirm, "I can't…"

"Me and your clit disagree, Firefly." His fingers move slowly, giving me time to stop him—but god, I'd rather die than stop him.

The pads of his fingertips rub slow, torturous circles around my clit, and my body melts into him. My head falls back, giving him access to my neck as he caresses my skin with open-mouthed kisses.

"That's it, baby, let me take care of you." Every stroke of his fingers, every dirty word he whispers in my ear, pushes me closer to the edge.

My hand slides down between us, fingers wrapping around his cock. I stroke him, slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his hand in between my legs.

"Make me come, Mills."

He grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his, and when his fingers go still against my pussy, I glance down just in time to see hot, thick ropes of cum spill onto his chest.

Before I can catch my breath, he pulls his hand out of my panties, swipes his fingers through his cum, and slides them right backovermy clit.

"Holy shit, that's so hot."

"Yeah? You like me using my cum to get you off, dirty girl?" His fingers move with precision, rubbing tight circles that have me writhing beneath him.

"I fucking love it. Keep going. I'm so close." My voice is a breathless plea, and his lips curve into that cocky-ass smirk as he tugs my nipple.

"You're pulsing against my fingers, baby." Heat explodes through my body, my legs shaking as pleasure rips through me, leaving me shuddering in his arms. "That's it," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "I've got you. God, you look so fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me."

He trails lazy kisses along my shoulder as he guides me through the aftershocks, fingers stroking me as his touch turns tender.

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