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in pleasure, her whole body shuddering at the sharp little pains.
    She leans forward then, rubs her face against me, and though there are two layers between my dick and her mouth, I swear I can feel the wet heat of her through the fabric. My cock twitches, leaks, and I give a sharp tug on her hair, try to pull her back. But she resists—the first time since this started that she hasn’t done exactly what I want her to do—and instead presses kisses along the hard line of my cock.
    “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper, my palm cupping her face even as my fingers remain tangled in her hair.
    She whimpers a little, tries to take me in her mouth through the silk of my suit pants, and that’s when I lose it.
    Keeping my one hand on her head, I use my other to fumble my pants open. To draw my dick out.
    Before I can so much as think about guiding her head where I so desperately need it to be, she’s there, licking the head of my cock. Pressing kisses up and down the length of it. Lingering at the base, swirling her tongue around and around until it’s all I can do to remember my own name.
    It’s too soon—way too soon—but already there’s a roaring in my ears, a pounding in my blood that warns me I’m on the brink of losing control. That’s the last thing I want to do, after everything that happened between us the other night, but as she sucks me deep into her throat, I’m not sure I have another option. Biting the inside of my cheek, I clench my fists as every muscle in my body tightens.
    As my fingers tug at her hair, Aria moans deep in her throat. The subsequent vibrations only make it harder for me to hold on.
    “Fuck, Aria. Baby, please.” I pull harder, trying to get her to back off a little, to give me a chance to breathe, to think, to get a better grasp on the control I’m clinging to by my fingertips.
    She moans again, slides me up and down her throat in a rhythm that has my eyes crossing, my chest shuddering, my cock begging for release. And still I don’t break free. I can’t. Everything I have, everything I am, is wrapped up in Aria.
    I take her sweet ministrations as long as I can, reveling in every kiss, every lick, every moan. But I can feel the electricity building up at the base of my spine, and I know I’m close. Too close. If I don’t stop this now, I’m going to blow right down her pretty, pretty throat.
    I tug at her hair, sharply, and she gasps. Her eyes shoot to mine and I see it then, the glazed look I’ve been waiting for. It sends me over the edge I’ve been straddling for what feels like forever, has me coming down her throat with a force that is nearly blinding in its intensity.
    I know it can’t be comfortable for her, know that she’ll be hoarse when this is all over—I’m already at the back of her throat and I can’t keep myself from thrusting against her, from trying to go even deeper. She takes me, takes all of me, eyes closed, head back, hands tied behind her back. More important, she lets me take her. Again and again and again.
    When I’m done—when my knees are shaky and my entire body feels drained from what might be the most powerful orgasm of my life—I try to pull back, try to pull out.
    But Aria moans low in her throat, takes me deeper, refuses to let me go. I tug on her hair as she sucks me in deeper, but that only makes her more determined. With her hands tied behind her back, she can’t grab on to me, can’t hold me in place. But that doesn’t seem to matter. Just like it doesn’t seem to matter that I’m not hard again yet. Aria wants me in her mouth and she licks and strokes, sucks and moans, scrapes her teeth over the sensitive skin of my dick until she gets exactly what she wants.
    She feels so good, looks so beautiful, sounds so sexy, that it only takes a few minutes before I’m right at the brink again. But this time, when she struggles against my hold, struggles to keep me down her throat, I lean over and pop her ass with one firm, loud