Page 95 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

He groaned.

I returned to light, slow, and minimum pressure and he sunk back into the bed, breathing hard. The guy was twice my size and I had complete control over him. I liked being in charge with him.

I liked it a lot.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth on my cock,” he breathed. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Not yet.” I squeezed his base and gave him two hollowed-out strokes. His hips bucked. “Baby, keep your hips still for me.”

He made a noise of disbelief, eyes clenched closed tight. His thighs tensed. “What are you doing to me?”

He groaned as I alternated soft and strong strokes with my mouth. His hands settled on the back of my head.

“Don’t you dare rush me,” I told him. “Why don’t you put your hands out at your side?”

He rested his arms out, fingers splayed and twitched as my mouth worked. One hand stroked him with my mouth and the other teased his sac, massaging and tugging. I played with him until he dripped pre-cum, breathing hard, and his moans held a desperate, frantic edge.

“I can’t hold off,” he gasped, lifting his head and meeting my gaze.

Pleasure curled inside me. “Not yet. I’m not done.”

He groaned and his head fell back. His cock pulsed between my lips and I slowed down to torture him more. An unearthly, pained noise scraped out of his throat and at his sides, his hands flexed.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and his eyes clouded with lust. “Fuck, Sadie. I need to come. I’m so close. Please, honey.”

“Yeah?” My voice was soft and teasing before I sucked on the tip of his cock.

He jerked a nod, wincing.

“Alright.” I nodded, smiling at him. “You can come, baby.”

“Can I touch you?” he gasped.

I nodded. “Mhm.”

He found my ponytail, wrapped it around one fist, and shuttled his hips fast into my mouth with his other hand on the side of my head. He watched as he fucked my mouth with rapture in his gaze. Thrills of power and arousal crackled through my body as we locked eyes.

I’d remember his look of awe until my dying day.

He whimpered, tensed, before hot, salty liquid shot to the back of my throat. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned.

When he was done, he leaned forward and pulled me to his chest, kissing me hard.

“Holy fucking hell, Sadie.” A sheen of sweat covered his forehead as he caught his breath. His head fell back on the bed and he stared at the ceiling with glazed eyes.

I grinned and nipped his bottom lip. He let out a light whimper and I laughed.

“I would say I finally got you back for spraying me with the hose,” I murmured into the crook of my neck, “but dude, you just pressure-washed the back of my throat.”

His chest shook with laughter. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

A proud, pleased grin stretched across my face. “Really?”

He sighed into my hair, arms locked around me. “Really. Jesus Christ.”

I breathed him in and pressed a kiss to his skin. His chest rose and fell against me and I relaxed under the weight of his arms.

His eyes closed and I studied his face, so handsome with his strong nose, sharp jaw, and thick eyelashes.

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