Page 80 of The Boyfriend Gamble

Still, we continued to gaze at each other.

I took him to the back of my throat, while my right hand cupped his balls.

He bucked.

I used my left hand to hold his hips steady, even as I backed off a little—because breathing was a thing.

He shut his eyes for a moment.

Please open them again. I want to see them when I make you come.

As if he heard my command, he did just that.

Still, we held gazes.

Finally, I sucked as hard as I could. Working him with my tongue and using every creative trick I had in the book.

He pulsed in my mouth. “Jasper… Jasper, I’m, uh—

Coming. I had the thought even as his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, again focusing on breathing while continuing to give him maximum pleasure.

Finally, his eyes closed as he arched his shoulders back.

His body shook, even as the rigidity waned a bit.

I continued to suck until I truly believed he had nothing left.

He sighed.

I pulled off him with a pop. I kissed his cock, then crawled up his body so I could give him a big old kiss.

Chapter Five

Cameron

Bestblowjobever.

Except I only had last night’s to compare it to, and that one had been pretty spectacular.

Okay, bestsoberblow job ever.

Jasper grasped my cheeks, then thrust his tongue into my mouth.

A tart taste, unfamiliar to me, hit my tongue.

That’s me. I’m tasting me.Because as weird as this was, the fact I’d never contemplated tasting my jizz before now struck me as just as odd.

But then I’d never contemplated giving a guy a blow job—and I’d never received one from a woman—so it had just never occurred to me.

Does that make me weird? Thirty-three years old and—

“Cut it out.” Jasper pulled back and met my gaze. “You’re way overthinking this. I can hear the gears grinding in your mind.”

I wanted to scowl, because people rarely told me what to do. I had a DMD behind my name. That just afforded me certain privileges in the world. For some people, though, my skin color overrode the letters.

Jasper wasn’t calling me out on any of that, though, He was simply pointing out I was more focused on thinking than on kissing.

“I want to reciprocate.” His erection was pressed against my belly as he continued to straddle me.

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