Page 45 of Pretty Obsessed

“Do I?” I took him between my lips, savoring the heady flavor. “Why is that?” My lips pulled into a smile around him, the power from drawing all these reactions from him felt like a high.

“Nothing has ever felt so right.” He brushed my hair from my face.

“Better than kissing?”

“No,” he said with a smile.

“No?” I asked, stroking and playing, curious but not wanting to stop what I was doing either.

“When you’re kissing me I have your face. I can give back and touch you, this is a little solitary.” His eyes drifted half-closed while I swallowed him back.

I didn’t reply, wanting to be the reason he stayed right there. Stayed in this moment with me. I wanted to be the reason he lost control. He swelled and filled my throat, throbbing as he gasped. I slowed, drawing out the pullback, lips stretched around his cock slick with my saliva. Beautiful. His fingers caressed and touched, playing down my throat, and around the back of my neck. I pulled my lips tighter sucking on his head.

He grabbed my chin, pulling me off him a little. “Come back up here.”

I shook my head, eyes alight. “No,” I hummed, taking more.

“No?” he questioned like he was amused by my refusal.

“Nope.” I popped the “p,” flicking my tongue along his veins.

His grip tightened on my jaw. “I don’t want to come down your throat, my dear.”

I squeezed his base, coming off but only to answer. “Where do you want to come?”

“Do you want me to tell you or show you, Emory?”

“Both.” I kept my eyes on his as I swallowed him again, flexing my throat around him.

“You are way too good at this for my own good.”

A throaty chuckle rumbled from me over him.

“Greedy.”

I nodded, staying there until my eyes bulged and my lungs started to scream, but still I stayed forcing my throat to relax and swallow around him. Slowly my body relented, welcoming the intrusion. He grabbed my face with both hands pulling me off him, gasping, cock pulsing. I grinned up at him, drinking in the lust written all over his.

He inhaled, shuddering.

“Oops.” I licked my lips, feeling a little sheepish. “I lost track of myself.

“And nearly made me lose it.”

“I was merely trying to help you warm up?” I offered like he’d believe me.

“Sure, sure. Seems plausible.” He dragged me back into his lap with his hand on my jaw.

I willingly went, straddling him with purpose this time, grinding my ass into his hard-on knowing my sweats would drive him crazy.

“So eager. You’d think it had been weeks since we’ve seen each other.” I wasn’t unhappy about it.

“This is my warming you up as a public service.”

“Is that all, dearest?”

“Yes… wait, dearest?” It felt a little like being trapped in an old movie. The words heated me from the inside out.

“You were sitting at your desk when I walked up and looked like this delicate piece of art perched there. It seems fitting for how lovely you are.” He whispered over my lips. “Now tell me the truth. What has you so eager?”

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