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Theo

I wantto bury myself inside her. Take her until her screams echo off the walls. I’ve never been this hard—this desperate—and it’s all because of Wren. She’s undone me in ways no one else ever could. Sex had become predictable, monotonous, until her. Now, she consumes every thought. She’s been my cure all along, and she’s mine.

The camera on the dresser is the last thing on my mind, though I nearly slipped earlier when she almost caught me setting it up. Normally, I’d glance at it during my sessions, revel in the control it gives me, but this isn’t one of those times. Wren isn’t another conquest, and I have no desire to admire anything but her.

My voice drops to a low murmur as I brush my fingers over her thighs. “Can you come again?”

Her hazel eyes darken, but she doesn’t answer. Her legs part under my touch, and my knees sink into the mattress. The sight of her curves, her flushed skin, and the way her body trembles makes my cock throb. I can’t hold back any longer.

Wrapping my hand around my length, I stroke myself, dragging out the moment.

Wren drops her gaze. Her lips part as she watches, her breathing quickening. She pushes herself up. “I want to taste you,” she says, her voice soft but sure.

Fuck. Yes. The words ignite something feral in me, and I can’t stop the growl that escapes my throat. “That’s my girl.”

She shifts onto all fours, positioning herself in front of me. One hand braces against the bed while the other wraps around my cock. I gather her hair in my hands, holding it back to get the best possible view.

She brushes her lips over the tip, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin. I hiss at the sensation. She takes more of me into her mouth, her mouth stretching as she moves.

“Yes,” I groan. My hips jerk forward, pushing deeper into her mouth.

She gags as I hit the back of her throat, and her saliva coats my cock, making every movement slick and torturous. Instead of pulling back, she steadies herself and takes me again, breathing through her nose as she works her mouth over me.

“Shit,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “Just like that.”

I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her movements as she moans around me. The vibration sends jolts of pleasure through me, and I bite down hard on my lip to keep from losing it too soon.

Her pace quickens, and I thrust into her mouth, savoring the wet sounds that fill the room. When she coughs, I pull back, letting her catch her breath. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking it slick with her saliva.

“Play with my balls,” I rasp.

She slides her hand up, cupping me as her lips return to my length. I let my head fall back, the tension coiling tighter in my core. She’s perfect—every fucking inch of her—and I can’t last much longer.

The way Wren moves, the way her lips press against the head of my cock—it drives me wild. My chest tightens, heat coursing through my veins as I watch her. She takes my instructions without hesitation, massaging my balls as her tongue glides over my length.

“That’s my girl,” I growl. The need to be inside her is clawing at me, but I want this moment to last as long as it can.

With her lips stretched wide around me, her gaze alone is enough to push me closer to the edge, but she doesn’t stop. She speeds up, her tongue swirling around the tip before she takes me deeper.

A guttural moan escapes my lips. “Fuck, Wren.”

She tightens her hand around my base, stroking in tandem with her mouth.

“Look at me,” I command.

When her eyes meet mine, my resolve cracks. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she knows the power she has over me right now.

Her nails graze my thighs, and I hiss through clenched teeth. My cock twitches in her mouth, and she moans again. My knees weaken, and I grip her hair tighter, guiding her pace as she bobs her head.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” I mutter. “So fucking good.”

Her lips slide down farther, taking me almost to the hilt, and I can feel her throat tighten around me. My hips buckle, and I pull back, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

Wren pulls off with a gasp, her lips swollen and glistening. “Do you like that?” she asks, her voice husky, a hint of pride in her tone.

I smirk, stroking myself slowly as I look down at her. “I fucking love it.”

She leans forward, darting her tongue out to lick along the underside of my cock, her hands exploring every inch of me.I don’t push her to continue. Instead, I draw her up to me, wanting her lips on mine. I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, and pull her into my lap.

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