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“I’m not going anywhere,” she promises as she brushes a kiss across my mouth.

Then she drops to her knees.

I barely have time to gape and process the new charge to my revving heart before Nia’s tongue flicks around the head of my cock, then she slips my crest between her lips.

The hot velvet of her mouth has me groaning in an instant. I stiffen and try to process all the pleasure she’s giving me. Before I can, her lips purse tighter around me and she sucks me deeper. It’s a scalding, silken paradise.

Then I feel my tip at the back of her throat and her tongue cradling my shaft. She hums, digging her nails into my ass. When did she shove my pants around my ankles? I don’t know. I don’t care. All I know is that, as she glides her pretty, pouty mouth up my length, my only imperative is to nudge her back down until she takes all of me.

I slip my hands in her hair, grabbing tight fistfuls at the crown, and push. She doesn’t panic or protest or cry. Not Nia. She complies with a hearty moan and engulfs even more of my cock in her mouth, then swallows slowly when I bottom out.

“Jesus…” I mutter, feeling conscious control slip away in a matter of seconds.

Around me, she whimpers, the sound becoming a crescendo as I start ruthlessly fucking the back of her throat.

The sensations are a revelation, like the videos of those color-blind people wearing specialized glasses for the first time that allow them to truly see. Feeling Nia take every wild pump of my hips as my dick shuttles past her lips, over her tongue, and deeper than I imagined is completely blowing my mind…and unraveling my body. I both love and hate that she knows exactly what to do to dismantle my composure and drive me to climax.

Her firm hand wraps around the base of my shaft, sliding up and down with her mouth. Her tongue wraps all around me. The gentle nip of teeth slides over my sensitive crest before she takes me deep enough to feel her swallow again.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“Oh, we will. Eventually,” she taunts before she cups my balls and licks the underside of my shaft before taking me impossibly deeper.

I grip the edge of the sink, my body pulsing with energy. My toes grip the tile floor. I’m trying like hell to stay upright. My knees feel like melted butter. The higher my pleasure climbs, the more my head spins. When her cheeks hollow out, blood pounds through my veins. My heartbeat hammers like I’m a drummer on speed. My skin feels too tight. I’m going up in flames, burning to death. And I don’t give two shits. As long as Nia doesn’t stop…

Her breathing turns harsh. I can feel her willing my ecstasy as she digs her nails deeper into me with one hand and gently tugs on my testicles with the other. As those sensations rack up, she nips at me again, then sucks me deep and performs some maneuver where I swear I feel the head of my cock slip past her throat and…

Holy hell. I’m done for. I can’t stop bellowing for breath, can’t stop the electricity from boiling my blood, liquefying my veins, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. I tense. My balls feel tight and heavy. I swell. I turn atomic.

I’m going to come.

“Nia…” I manage to grind out as I fist her hair and fuck her mouth hard.

She can’t answer with words, but she moans. Encouraging. Inviting.

“If you don’t want me like this, in your mouth…” I grit my teeth and try to find the strength to pull away.

Nia sucks me deeper, holds me tighter. Her mewls sound like a protest.

I grip the sink tighter. This orgasm is coming hard and fast. It’s going to be like crashing into a concrete wall at warp speed. It’s going to mean certain death—and I don’t think twice. I let it happen.

“Jesus. Motherfucking… Oh, my… Yeah. Nia… Honey! I’m⁠—”

Climax rips away the rest of my nonsensical babble. In its place is the most astonishing, spine-bending explosion, a nuclear mushroom cloud that’s somehow a good thing. It’s peeling the skin from my flesh, tearing the muscle from my bone. It’s utterly dissolving me. And it feels so good I’d give my entire fortune to do it again.

Slowly, consciousness returns. Nia laps at my softening cock and hums in what sounds like satisfaction. My ragged breathing and the pelting of raindrops on the roof fill the rest of the space.

Struggling to assimilate, I tug on her silky hair and stare down at her. She relinquishes my cock from her mouth with a soft pop, then blinks up at me with fluttering lashes and a temptress’s smile.

Two thoughts hit me at once. First, she has every right to feel supremely satisfied with what she’s done. Second, I don’t want to know how many times she had to perform that act on other guys to do it so perfectly.

Like everything else with Nia, she infuriates me. She enthralls me. She conflicts me.

“Evan?”

Still struggling to find words, I help her to her feet and search her face. “Nia.”

She presses her lips together. “Has any woman ever done that to you?”