Page 127 of Hate Me Like You Mean It
He tugged at my bottom lip with his thumb. “We’ll do two hours a day on mouth and throat training to start. You’ll need to learn to control your gag reflex and strengthen your jaw muscles to avoid cramping. Most of those men will come back for seconds, Miss Cloutier. I don’t want you to embarrass me.” I opened my mouth when he angled for it, giving him a teasing lick before my lips wrapped around his head.
Euphoria.
He hissed, gathering a fistful of my hair as I closed my eyes in pure bliss. My inner thighs were soaked. “Oh,fuck.”
I suckled.
The desperate groan that rolled out of him was barely human. I’d never heard a more gratifying sound in my life.
His hips started to move. “Good girl, that’s it. You’re going to make them feel so good, aren’t you?”
I hummed around him, itching to touch my aching center while he talked.
“Keep sucking. Just like that. Take it as deep as you can.”
My eyes watered, my gag reflex close to triggering, and he wasn’t even a third of the way in. My hair was gathered into a makeshift ponytail, held together by his fist. I dragged my head back, swirled my tongue over the sensitive spot just underneath his crown, palmed his balls, and sucked.
“Fuck. Timeoutimeouttimeout.” He pulled out, heaving as he squeezed his shaft, trying not to finish. “Fuck me. Jesus Christ.”
I smirked up at him.
“Give me a minute,” he panted.
“Can I make a request?” I said once he’d somewhat caught his breath. “Can you lean a little more into the degradation thing?”
“Fuck yes. Also surprisingly hot. Who the fuck knew?”
I braced my palms behind me on the bed and leaned into them. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Never. Have you?”
I shook my head.
Our gazes latched, a quiet understanding passing between us. He leaned in, gifting me with a soft kiss.
“What about you?” I asked, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Anything you want less or more of?”
The corners of his eyes softened with an affectionate grin. “You’re perfect. I have no notes.”
“Okay, but if you could chooseonething that would make this better for you. Just one. Be honest.”
He considered me, hesitating.
“Tell me,” I whispered. “Better yet, show me. I want to see. Please?”
He swallowed. “Swear to me you’ll tap out if you’re not into it.”
“I swear.”
His expression darkened, and he slowly stroked himself. “Do you enjoy being a cocktease, Miss Cloutier?”
A flutter sprouted in my stomach, and I schooled my expression, pouting at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He gripped my waist. It was the only warning I was granted before being flipped and tossed further up the mattress. Dominic was on top of me in an instant, the blessedly crushing weight of him holding me in place.
“Why didn’t you lock your door tonight?”
My skirt was shoved up, and I whimpered when his length pressed to my bare ass, pinning me down.
