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My eyes darken as I watch her swipe her tongue nervously over her top lip. My dick jerks in response and my arousal roars back to life. I discard the pillow and watch her hazel eyes dilate with desire as she stares at my growing cock. A drop of pre-cum beads at the slit of my length and she licks her lips.

I swallow a groan as I imagine her full, pink lips wrapped around my cock. But I want it to be her choice. I want her to go for what she wants.

“Can I kiss it?” she asks hesitantly, and I almost growl in satisfaction.

A soft groan escapes my lips and I answer, “Of course, baby.”

She goes to her knees and moves closer, her eyes swirling with curiosity and excitement. She rubs her thumb over the head of my cock, smearing pre-cum over it, and I almost buck into her hand. But I try to hold still, allowing her to satiate her curiosity.

She slowly bends over me, her breath blowing over my length.

“Fuck,Sophia,” I groan out.

Her tongue swirls over the cap of my cock and then she closes her mouth over it, sucking deep and hard. I buck my hips as sensations wash over me in droves. I jerk slightly as she closes her hand around my girth and her mouth swallows down my length. The soft and warm flesh of her palm sends a blaze of want through my veins. My breath seizes in my lungs and my heart thunders with every tentative stroke. I need her to go faster, but I want her to enjoy herself at the same time.

She looks up at me, trapping my gaze in hers. Her hazel eyes are dark with festering need. Her movements are awkward and innocent but still evoke desire. The wantonness in her eyes feeds mine, inflaming my insides.

My chest heaves as I move my hips gently into the hot vacuum of her mouth. I release more pre-cum and Sophia swipes her tongue around to taste it, moaning in delight. The sound vibrates to my balls and currents of need race up my spine.

“You’re doing great, baby. Relax your throat and take me deeper,” I urge. My voice is a guttural command, the reins of my hard-won control gradually loosening. Pleasure races up my veins, starting at the pit of my stomach, burning everything in its path. Tension builds and the intensity increases, rushing down to my balls.

The feeling winds up, tightening at the base of my shaft, needing a push. She swallows me down until I’m hitting the back of her throat. My breath hitches as she moans deeply, and the overwhelming sensation tips me over the edge. My control snaps and I let out a loud groan as I spill cum down her throat.

I hold her gaze as she swallows every drop.

I’m not letting her go.

Chapter Five

Sophia

It’s my second morning in Grayson’s house and it feels like I’ve known him for a lifetime. I roll out of bed, smiling giddily to myself as I remember the parting kiss that he gave me before going to his home office. It was sweet and ravishing, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

There’s a heady feeling that comes with knowing someone wants me in their space. It’s addicting. I’m not used to taking so much from someone without giving back.

It’s why I always fall for Daryl’s tricks. He has done so much for me as a brother that I can’t help but give in to his whims.

I stand in place, wondering what I can do for Grayson. What does one do for a man who has it all?

What am I good at?

My stomach rumbles loudly and I remember I haven’t had breakfast. Grayson must be hungry too. I walk into his closet, picking up the first shirt I see and yanking it over my head. It reaches my thighs, the soft material a sensual touch against my skin. I take a whiff of the shirt, breathing in the faint scent of him—it’s a woodsy, manly scent mixed with his sandalwood cologne.

My sex spasms as the scent brings up the memory of him driving his length inside me with vigor. Ever since I lost my virginity to him, it seems that my body has a mind of its own.

My stomach rumbles again, reminding me of my decision to make breakfast. I walk out of the closet, then out of the suite and down to the kitchen. I know my way since he gave me a tour of the house yesterday.

The kitchen is huge and spotless, fitted with every modern appliance. The floor is covered with gray marble and the walls are painted a soft beige, like most of the house. I find the necessary items in the pantry and start to prepare a huge breakfast of pancakes and eggs. It’s my specialty. I pour some freshly made coffee from the pot, add some milk and sugar, and take a sip. Grayson must have made it before he went into his office.

As I mix the pancake batter, his deep, gravelly voice reaches my ears; he must be on a call in the office. I smile, remembering how he always tries to sound softer, afraid to spook me with his voice. But I find it soothing. It makes me feel safe.

My mind travels back to when he spoke to me about the auction, about the payment he made for me. After we made love last night, as I was about to sleep, he told me he wanted me to know that it was my decision to stay or leave—that I owe him nothing. He also made it explicitly clear that he wants me to stay, to be his. In his words, he would try his “damnedest” to make me stay.

I heat the pan and start making the pancakes. As the first one turns a nice golden brown, I flip it and prepare the eggs on the side. My mind goes back to Grayson as I beat the eggs, considering his offer.

I know I could decide to walk out of his house and he wouldn’t force me to stay, but that’s the same reason Iwantto stay.

The enormity of what I feel confuses me. It’s only been a couple days, but my feelings for him are indescribable. Everything he’sdone since he brought me to his home has made me feel wanted and loved. I’m beginning to feel confident in my own skin, and it’s all thanks to how he has treated me. My insecurities are a thing of the past. I remember how he fed me yesterday afternoon and made love to me right after in the living room, telling me over and over how beautiful I am.

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