Page 129 of Seal the Deal

“Good. Get on your knees.”

My legs almost buckle from the command alone, but I sink to the ground, keeping my gaze on his. He adjusts the shower head, water pulsing in rhythm with the heat building between us.

His cock sways hard and demanding in front of me, and I hold my breath waiting for his next instruction.

“Grab it,” he orders, his eyes dark.

Without breaking eye contact, I wrap my hand around him.

“Mmm, harder.”

“Like this?” My breath skates over the tip of him as I tighten my grip, working him up and down.

“Just like that,” he husks. “Now open that pretty mouth.”

I tease him with a flick of my tongue as I part my lips. His hand tangles in my hair, fingers curling with authority. “Eyes on me, baby.”

I look up, loving the way his muscles ripple through his forearms as he fights for control. He presses forward, the tip of him brushing my lips. I swirl my tongue around him, drawing a guttural moan.

“God, your fucking mouth,” he groans, pushing his hips forward. “I think about this every day. Sinking into you, fucking you like this.”

The vibrations of my moan pull another deep sound from him. His hand slides to my jaw, thumb pressing against my bottom lip.

“You’re mine, Charlie. Only I get you like this. On your knees, moaning around my cock like your mouth was made for it.”

I hum at his words, and he thrusts harder, a hand flying out to brace against the tile, his body trembling with restraint.

“You like that, baby? You like my cock down your throat?”

I nod, bobbing my head faster, eager to please. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before—never been so desperate to draw out those sounds of pleasure from him. To know that I can unravel him like this. I sink down further, my hands gripping his thighs for leverage.

“Such a good fucking girl, taking me so deep.” His voice drops lower, almost feral. “But I know you can take more.”

He presses deeper until I feel him slide down my throat. My nose presses against his pelvis, and for a second I can’t breathe. The intensity only makes me want more, to be consumed by him.

“Fuck, Charlie.” He pulls back to let me breathe, but he doesn’t stop, fingers gripping my jaw. “You look so good like this. So fucking perfect.”

My hand moves to stroke his balls as I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper. I pullback briefly, licking up the underside of him, keeping my eyes locked on his. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding the pace.

“I want you to remember this,” he rasps, his voice molten with lust. “Whenever you’re questioning yourself, whenever you’re overwhelmed. Remember this moment—my cock down your throat, reminding you how incredible you are. Got it?”

A shiver runs through me as I nod at his words, my body igniting with a need that goes beyond desire. I slip a hand between my thighs, a wave of heat rolling over me as I touch myself, desperate to feel every inch of him.

“That’s my good girl.” His lips curve as he watches me obey, my mouth still working him.

Then, with a sudden motion, he pulls me up. His hands grasp my hips as he lifts me off the ground, and his eyes meet mine with the sexiest, dirtiest grin I’ve ever seen.

His mouth is on mine in an instant, like he’s trying to leave his mark on me. The cool tiles on my back contrast deliciously with the heat between us, his cock pressing against my entrance as he holds me there, suspended.

“Jake…” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath as his mouth moves lower, sucking my nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs against my skin, holding me open and thrusting up, filling me completely in one hard stroke. “You loved sucking my cock, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders as he drives into me again, his rhythm frantic. My head falls back against the tiles, giving him access to nip my throat, leaving a trail of heated kisses.

Jake’s voice rumbles against my skin. “You’re mine, baby,” he rasps, breath hot on my throat. "This body? This sweet, greedy pussy? All fucking mine.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my body rising and falling in rhythm with his. “I love everything you do to me.”

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