Page 133 of The Trade

“Tell me what you want, Theo.” She gazes up at me through thick lashes, fingers poised and ready to unwrap me like a fucking present.

Am I dreaming?

“Get on your knees, baby.” She listens, sinking down in front of me, her hands still clutching at my pants. “I want you to wrap your pretty little mouth around my cock.”

She smirks up at me, carefully undoing the laces before sliding the fabric off my hips. Her eyes flash at the sight of my erection. I rake my fingers through her curls and fist a tight handful at the base of her neck.

Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips—once, twice, before her jaw drops open, and she leans in. A groan forms in my throat as the heat of her mouth engulfs the head of my cock. My balls pull up tight, and the skin at the base pulls taut.

One of her small hands wraps around me, moving in rhythm with her mouth, sucking the tip between her lips.

“No,” I breathe out, gripping her wrist with my free hand. “I want you to take all of me.”

Her eyes meet mine, hooded and promising. She nods, and I tighten my grip on her curls, guiding her down further. My cock pulses as her tongue massages me, almost suctioning me to the roof of her mouth.

“Open your throat, baby.”

She complies, taking the last inch of me, choking slightly as I bottom out. A tear slides down her cheek, and I swipe it away with my thumb.

“There’s my good girl,” I rasp.

I swear I see a smirk in her eyes. She pulls back, bobbing her mouth a few times on my dick. Then she grabs my free hand and guides it to the back of her head. Oh, fuck. Does she want me to—

Her lips slide off me with a wet smack. “Fuck my face.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I press my palm flat against the back of her head, yanking her into place. Her arms rest gently on her knees as I fuck into her mouth, setting a rough rhythm.

My head falls back. “Fuck—Jade—I—Goddamn.”

My legs tremble, my cock straining and on the brink of release. She pulls back, jerking me off with one hand as she hastily unbuttons her top with the other. Then, with a strangled moan, I come, painting her chest with thick stripes of my release.

The world spins as I grab her shoulders, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I exhale deeply, working to regain my composure.

“I feel like I invented you in a fucking lab,” I murmur.

Her eyes twinkle as she kneels in front of me. “Sugar, spice, and everything nice?”

“Hell yeah.” I smirk. “Sorry you have to deal with my snips and snails, baby.”

“I love your snips.” She laughs, and it’s a rough, throaty sound that sends another twitch of excitement to my dick. Her voice is officially wrecked.

I pull her to her feet. “God, I love you.”

“Will you show me?”

Oh, sweet Christ. This fucking girl of mine.

I guide us over to the bed, grabbing a clean shirt from the nightstand. We sit, thigh to thigh, as I clean the remnants of my release off her chest. After discarding the shirt, I gently lay her back on my bed.

As I reach for a condom, she stops me. “Do you think we could go without one this time? I have an IUD, and I’m clean. Also, I haven’t ... I mean—I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

My heart jumps into my throat. “You haven’t.”

“Of course not.”

“Of course not,” I echo in a low voice. “I mean—me too.”

“So, you want to?”

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