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“Tons.”
“Good. Because I intend to collect on your promise now.” I lean down to breathe the words against the shell of her ear, delighting in the full-body shiver that wracks her frame.
Her grin turns wicked. “I’d expect nothing less.”
Chapter Twenty-One
LOGAN
Iclose the apartment door behind us and lean against it. Sloane sets her bag down and moves toward the living room. She stops on the rug, turns to face me, and holds my gaze.
I close the distance between us and stand before her, close enough to see her rapid breaths and dilated pupils, yet far enough to avoid touching her. “On your knees,” I command.
She obeys without a word and kneels.
“Take it out.”
She unzips me and pulls out my half-hard cock, gazing at it with sparkling eyes. She molds it in her hands, skillfully stroking up and down, occasionally glancing up to gauge my reaction.
Damn, she’s hot. I’m burning up.
“Now suck it,” I growl, and she brings her face close to the tip, running her tongue along mydome.
My entire body trembles.
She slides her tongue along the sensitive underside, meeting my gaze with long licks up and down my length.
Enough teasing. I crave the promise of her mouth, the feel of her snug around me.
I fist her hair, and she opens her mouth, taking me in halfway. The heat and moisture nearly drive me mad.
Fuck.
I push deeper until she gags and saliva drips from the corners of her mouth, but she doesn’t stop.
I watch, mesmerized, as her throat works, taking me in and out, blending licks with deep sucks while her hands finish the job. And she’s not quiet about it. Her breathing is fast and shallow, moaning and panting. The sounds she makes nearly send me over the edge.
“I’m close,” I murmur, feeling my balls tighten, ready to release. It’s our first time, and I’m not sure if she’s ready to swallow, so I let her pull back.
Sloane doesn’t respond, and I’m not sure if she heard me. I try to pull out, but her hands grip the base tighten, and I climax in quick, strong bursts into her mouth.
She doesn’t let go, sucking me, taking all of me, cleaning me to the last drop before she finally releases her lips, licking them as if she just finished a delicious scoop of ice cream.
“That was good,” she moans, tilting her head up.
“No, it was fucking amazing,” I say in a low voice, struggling to speak. My brain still hasn’t recovered.
“Worth a dance?” she asks.
I chuckle. “I would have agreed to dance even if you promised you’d let me eat you out.”
She rises to her feet. “I still feel like the winner here.”
“Well, now it’s my turn.” I step forward and pull her shirt off, tossing it aside and onto the rug, followed by her bra. After my release, I’m ready to savor every moment with her.
“Wait!” She places a hand on my chest, stopping me from undressing her further.
I freeze. “What’s wrong?”
