Page 56 of Pretty Obsessed

“Yes…” I moaned the word.

“Maybe I need a preview while my lips are around you.”

“Now?”

Another look, this one with a smirk and a lifted brow.

I could have come from the way his lips pulled around my cock alone. Jesus. I gripped the edge of the counter clenching, not allowing myself to give in to what he so easily did to me.

“Please…” I moaned.

He squeezed my base and took another half an inch.

“More?” I asked, nearly shaking with need.

“If you want more,” he said around me, tongue never stopping.

I tightened my fingers, like if I didn’t grip onto something I would spin out of control. “Please, River, please. I need to be in your mouth.”

His lips took the rest, welcoming me into the heat of his throat, no hesitation, full and warm like River had done this a thousand times.

"River…" All the air leaving my lungs as I breathed my lust into his name.

He stole the oxygen from my chest, sucking me deeper still until his throat constricted in a gag, with nary a hesitation, cruel in his conviction to torture me until I relented.

"River!" Thank God we had no neighbors to hear our exploits. Only the forest creatures to cast judgment on the way I'd beg him to stop before I exploded.

He lazily lifted his gaze. A smile pulling around my cock, sultry and steady without a pause to his suck.

"You're going to make me come— Jesus." Watching him was like being in the best type of porn and I wish I had a video of this. So I could relive it over and over.

He bent to his work, not stopping.

"You told me not to come!" I released my grip on the counter, pulling at his hair, balls aching with the need to give over to everything his mouth promised.

Finally, he relented, sucking my tip. "I was enjoying myself."

His lips were swollen with the truth in his words. Rosy like his cheeks. And now I wanted a picture for a different reason entirely. The way he looked at me.

"I wish I had a video of this."

"Why don't you?”

I stammered. "Because you're…"

"Because I'm what?" He picked up my phone off the counter and pressed it into my hands. "Keep it in a fire vault, but only on one condition."

"Okay?" I was sure he'd ask me to sign something, and I would. I'd never leak it. Not with my dick out.

"You have to tell me every time you use it. Every. Single. Time."

I flipped on the camera, pressing record. "I promise, but this is going to get awkward in twenty years when you're married and I'm jacking off to a video with your lips wrapped around me."

His brows rose in amusement. "My partner will just have to understand I made commitments before I married them."

He returned to sucking my cock in earnest, putting on a show for the camera. I'd pull so many stills from this. How his eyes met mine in full devotion. And the audio… I could have gotten off from the audio alone. The choking and sucking.

The saliva dripping down my shaft. His lips passing over my veins. And finally, him tonguing my head, euphoria written all over him.

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