Page 141 of The Baby Bargain

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He shakes his head. "I'm coming in that pretty cunt."

My sex clenches. My thoughts try to step in, remind me the whole reason why we're here. I absorb enough to nod.

I know how biology works.

I just… don't care. Not like this. Not when I'm here.

"This time." I'm not sure why I'm trying to negotiate. Only that I have to. "But later—"

"I'll come in your pretty mouth later."

Fuck, the sure, steady tone to his voice—

I'm on fire.

My thoughts slip away.

I undo his button.

He nods, giving me permission. It's so fucking hot, that he's giving me permission, that I have to ask.

He's in control.

And I'm desperate to obey.

I unzip his jeans. Roll them off his hips. Then the boxers.

God, there's something about the sight of him up close. Long, thick, hard.

I wrap my hand around him.

Bring my lips to his tip. A soft brush. Just enough to taste him.

That same soap and underneath that, something all Chase.

Something I need desperately.

I explore him with my lips. Watch him shudder and groan as I taste every part of his tip then every inch of his shaft.

He digs his fingers into my hair. Cups the back of my head. Like he's ready to lead at any moment.

But he doesn't.

He stays patient as I explore him.

I try slow strokes. Then faster ones.

I find the spot that makes him groan.

Flick my tongue against him until he's shaking.

Then I take him into my mouth.

My lips stretch over his flesh. God, there's something about the feel of him in my mouth.

I need it. More of it. All of it.

He looks down at me, his expression equal parts heady and demanding.

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