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The praise washes over me, making me moan around him. The vibration pulls another curse from his lips, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, forcing him into my throat.
“Sorry,” he mutters, immediately stilling.
I pull back just enough to whisper. “Don’t be.”
I’m just about to take him back into my mouth when he says, “Wait.”
I blink up at him, breath ragged, lips swollen.
“You can stop this at any time,” he continues. “I mean it, Whitley. One word, and this stops.”
The tenderness cuts through the heat like a knife. I press my lips to the head of his cock, and say, “I want you to choke me.”
His breath leaves him in one long, tortured exhale.
“I want you so far down my throat that I feel you everywhere, sir.”
An honest to god growl leaves his mouth. His hand closes around the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to him again. This time, when I take him, he doesn’t hold back. He pushes deeper, watching my face carefully as I relax my throat to accommodate him.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Take it all.”
I let him control the pace, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as he hits the back of my throat. The slight burn, the fullness, the way he watches me with that intense focus—it all combines into something divine.
When he pulls back to let me breathe, I should feel debauched, messy, but instead, I feel powerful. Beau unravels before my eyes.
“Enough,” he mumbles suddenly, pulling away completely.
I blink up at him, confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
His lips quirk in that almost-smile as he tucks himself away. “The opposite.”
He reaches down, his hand engulfing mine, and pulls me to my feet. He steadies me against his chest, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other brushing a strand of hair from my face with a tenderness that makes my heart stutter.
“Since I don’t trust you to strip yourself down,” he says, his voice rough as gravel, “I’ll do it for you.”
I pout. “You don’t trust me?”
“Not even a little.” His hands slide to the side zipper of my dress, and he drags it down slowly.
The dress loosens around my ribs, and the cool air kisses my bare skin. He doesn’t pull it off right away. Instead, his palm slides up my side, tracing the path the zipper just opened. Goose bumps erupt where he touches.
He finally slips the dress from my shoulders, the expensive fabric pooling at my feet. I’m left standing before him in nothing but my strapless bra and matching lace panties.
Beau’s eyes darken, his gaze traveling over me with such intensity I can almost feel it like a physical touch.
His hands rise to the clasp of my bra, fingers finding the hook with precision. He doesn’t tear it off like I half expect him to. He works it open with a reverence that makes my breath catch.
The fabric falls away, leaving me bare from the waist up.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, the word so quiet I almost miss it.
His palm cups one breast, thumb brushing over the already hardened peak. I gasp at the contact, my back arching involuntarily into his touch. His head dips, and I feel his warm breath ghost across my skin before his mouth closes around my nipple.
“Oh god,” I whimper, my fingers flying to his hair and tangling in the dark strands.
He sucks gently, his tongue circling the sensitive bud while his hand kneads my other breast. My thighs press together in a futile attempt to relieve the pressure building there.
He switches sides, his mouth claiming my other nipple. The sharp pull of his lips sends electricity straight to my core, and I can’t stop the needy sound that escapes me.
