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A long, gravelly moan ridged the dense air, and he fisted both hands in my hair. “That’s right, baby. Just like that. Take me with that mouth.”

I did it again, and my stomach tipped over as I realized I actually loved the sensation. His penis in my mouth and his hands in my hair and his praises falling over me like prayers that he’d always wanted to issue.

“So good, baby. So fucking good. This sweet mouth. Knew you’d be the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

But he hadn’t even really felt me, and another rush of arousal gushed to my center when I thought of it. Of him taking me that way. Of him sweeping me off the floor and placing me back onto the table and driving into me.

A hum vibrated my throat as I pressed my thighs together.

“You turned on, Little Apple? You like it? My cock stuffed down your throat?”

I could barely nod with the position, his hands in my hair and his hips beginning to slightly rock. Jutting a little deeper with each thrust.

“So long. So long I’ve been fantasizing about this. You on your knees with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He tugged at my hair as he pulled back, taking over the action.

He thrust back in.

I garbled around his rigid length. Drool dribbled out the sides of my mouth as he grunted and groaned and began to rock his hips.

“Take it, Elena. Open up for me. Just like that.”

I relaxed my throat and swallowed around him.

He made a strangled sound, and his teeth ground as I sucked him down.

“Holy shit, Lena.”

He definitely liked it, and he increased his pace.

Thrusting as he slipped into a frenzy.

That’s where I wanted him.

Frenzied.

Wild.

Unrestrained.

Loosed of the chains that had kept us bound.

I dug my hands deeper into his thighs as he all-out fucked my mouth.

There was no other way to explain it.

“No fantasy I’ve ever had could compare to this. To the feel of your mouth. Sight of you on your knees with my cock buried in your throat. Like you were meant to do it. The way that you take me.”

Every word strained with greed.

I was.

I was meant to take it, and I sank deeper onto my knees as I fully opened to him.

An offering.

Desire clouded the space and need coursed through my being as Trevan had his way with me.