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One of my hands slid up to fist in his hair, tugging just hard enough to tilt his head back so I could lick into his mouth at a better angle. The other flattened against his chest, fingers splaying over the rapid thud of his heartbeat while I rocked down against him in lazy, deliberate circles.
Every grind dragged a low, broken sound out of him, vibrations I could feel against my lips.
When I finally pulled back, just far enough to let our mouths separate with a wet, obscene sound his pupils were blown so wide his irises were nothing but thin silver rings. His lips were red and shiny with my spit, cheeks flushed high on the bones, and he looked like a man who'd just been thoroughly wrecked by his own personal menace.
I grinned down at him, slow and smug, and whispered against his mouth, "You really thought one blowjob was going to shut me up, sir?"
He exhaled through his nose, something dangerously close to a laugh rumbling in his chest. "You're a maniac."
