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again, he fucked her mouth. Just like he’d promised. Just like he’d needed.
    His whole body seemed to tremble with the restraint, but he didn’t go faster or harder. He didn’t hurt her.
    “Baby, you’re so fucking hot. So wet. Like a goddamn dream.”
    All she could do was blink up at him. And use her tongue in cruel thanks.
    He gasped. “Jesus. I want to go deeper. You can take it.”
    She swallowed and looked away, because she wasn’t sure she could. Her lips were already stretched apart. He already brushed the back of her throat when he pushed in. It wasn’t all of him, but she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
    His expression was soft with understanding. “You can do this, baby. Just give me a couple more inches. I need you to nod for me. I won’t take it.”
    Nerves raced down her spine, but she wanted to do this. She nodded.
    After studying her for a moment, he pushed deeper. “Now, baby. Relax for me.”
    Then he pushed deeper still, and when he would have stopped before, pulled back, he kept going instead. For an awful second she fought the intrusion. Even with her eyes locked on his, knowing he was going to be gentle, she struggled to get her arms free, to push him away.
    Just as quickly the moment passed and she was able to relax.
    He held himself there for three beats and then pulled out slowly, letting her breathe again. She gasped air around his cock.
    “One more time,” he said gently. “Tell me yes.”
    But she couldn’t, not with his cock still in her mouth, so she only nodded. And then he was deep in her again, the short hair at his base tickling her nose. She held herself still until the sensation in her throat made her swallow. He groaned loud and rough, then swore under his breath.
    “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”
    He was already coming as he pulled out, his first load already down her throat, and just a faint salty flavor on her tongue. Then his body jerked and he spurted into her mouth, right to the back of her throat. She swallowed him down eagerly while he groaned above her.
    He pulled away gingerly, careful not to hurt her. But she was beyond pain now. All she felt was the throbbing in her pussy.
    “Shh,” he soothed. “Let me take care of you.”
    Tears sprang to her eyes. “I need… I need…”
    Her voice was too hoarse, and she didn’t know how to say it anyway. Didn’t know how to explain that she’d go insane if she didn’t come in two seconds flat.
    Instead she grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs—the move crude and telling. His expression softened with understanding.
    His fingers dipped between her pussy lips, where she was impossibly slick for him. He gathered wetness and drew it up to her clit, sliding around the hard nub, making her clench her legs. It was too much, her flesh too sensitive. But at the same time she wanted him harder, faster.
    He shifted to kiss her lips, the soft press a sharp contrast to the invasion of his cock. He said again, “Let me take care of you.”
    He moved so that his thumb was beside her clit. It was almost a pinch—and then she was beyond thought, moaning as she came, bucking against him.
    She had only just collapsed back onto the bed when the door swung open.
    She squeaked in embarrassment and horror. Before she could fully process the Ice Queen at the door, Blake had thrown the sheet on her.
    “Jesus,” he said.
    “Don’t swear. How was I to know you would be in bed at this hour?”
    There was a pause where she imagined him shaking his head. “Give us a minute, mother. Or sixty of them.”
    The door closed again, and Erin remained hidden under the sheet. She knew her cheeks would be bright red. God, talk about embarrassing. That wasn’t even the kind of story she could tell people about as a joke.
    Footfalls crossed the floor followed by a small sound, and she knew Blake was locking the door. The bed dipped as he sat beside her.
    Finally he tugged at the sheet.
    After a moment, she reluctantly peeked over