Then I took him at his word.
Hollowing my cheeks, I took him to the back of my throat, then pulled up to the crown.
Over and over.
Focusing on suction and speed, as greedy for his orgasm as he was, spurred by the abandoned sounds he made and the sight of his fingers clawing restlessly at the comforter.
His h*ps churned, his hand in my hair guiding my pace.
"Ah, God."
He watched me with dark, hot eyes.
"I love the way you suck me off.
Like you can't get enough."
I couldn't.
I didn't think I ever could.
His pleasure meant so much to me, because it was real and raw.
For him, sex had always been staged and methodical.
He couldn't hold back with me because he wanted me beyond reason.
Two days without me and he was .
undone.
I pumped him with my fist, feeling the thick veins throbbing beneath the smooth skin.
A ragged sound tore from his throat and salty warmth spurted on my tongue.
He was close, his face flushed and his lips parted with gasping breaths.
Sweat misted my brow.
My excitement mounted along with his.
He was completely at my mercy, near mindless with the need to cl**ax, muttering filthy sexy things about what he was going to do to me the next time he f**ked me.
"That's it, angel.
Milk it .
make me come for you."
His neck arched, his breath exploding from his lungs.
"Fuck."
He came as I had - hard and brutal.
Semen burst from the tip of his c*ck in a thick, hot rush that I struggled to swallow.
He growled my name, his h*ps pumping upward into my working mouth, taking what he needed from me, giving me all he had until he was emptied.