As Hot as It Gets
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“That’s it, Mia. Breathe. Take it all in.”
He waited patiently as she inhaled through her nose, her lips stretched tight around the base of his shaft.
“You okay, sugar?”
She peered up at him and nodded.
“Good, ’cause I’m gonna f**k your mouth now and you’re gonna suck hard on every stroke.”
He wasn’t kidding. He withdrew swiftly before ramming right back in, the force of the stroke nearly knocking her backward. Jackson immediately steadied her by threading his fingers in her hair, but he didn’t slow his pace. His hips thrust and retreated as he drove his c**k into her mouth, plunging deep each time, filling her completely.
Flames engulfed Mia’s body, burning every inch of flesh. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the thick erection tunneling in and out of her mouth. The salty, masculine taste of him infused her senses. His low groans fueled her hunger. She was wetter than she’d ever been, a realization that shocked her. Blowjobs didn’t usually turn her on, and certainly not to this level.
“Ah, you love this, don’t cha, darlin’?” His voice was low and mocking.
She whimpered against his shaft.
“Is that a yes?” He chuckled, his c**k sliding out of her mouth with a wet popping noise. “Yeah, I think that’s a yes. Now be a good girl and give me your hand.”
She quickly held out her hand, and he brought it to his hard shaft. Her pulse careened as he curled her fingers around the root, then covered her fist with his and gave a sharp squeeze.
“Pump me hard,” he muttered. “And tease my cockhead with your tongue.”
She wasted no time doing what he asked, and her eagerness to please him absolutely floored her. Every sound that reverberated in the bedroom sent a dark thrill shooting up her spine. Every time her tongue danced over his tip and he moaned, a rush of satisfaction flooded her core. He might be dictating her actions, but Mia realized she had all the power. Right here, right now, Jackson Ramsey was at her sexual mercy and damned if that didn’t stoke the fire sizzling inside her.
“That’s it. Lick me up, nice and slow. Just like that, Mia.”
She swiped her tongue over his slit, moaning when a pearl of moisture formed there. She lapped it up, then explored the two silver ball bearings, sucking gently on each one.
“Fuck yeah.” Growling, Jackson grabbed her hand and forcibly moved it down to his sac, which was drawn tight. “Play with my balls, sugar. I’m gonna f**k your mouth again.”
That big, throbbing c**k plunged through her parted lips before she had a chance to breathe. She gasped and loosened her jaw again, while her fingers stroked and squeezed his sac.
“Put your other hand between your legs,” he instructed. “Make yourself come while you’re suckin’ me off.”
She brought her hand to her pu**y and found it slick and swollen from arousal. As she desperately rubbed her clit, Jackson maintained his relentless rhythm, pumping hard and deep, fast and furious, reducing her entire world to…to him, damn it. He was all she tasted, all she saw, all she felt, and it wasn’t long before release consumed her.
Her cries were muffled against his cock, the overwhelming ecstasy amplified by his low, satisfied laughter.
She’d barely regained her senses when his fist tightened in her hair, pulling to the point of pain that only heightened her pleasure.
“You wanna swallow my come or should I blow my load on your tits?”
It was difficult to talk with a mouthful of cock, so she just increased the suction, telling him with her lips exactly what she wanted. And God, she wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to swallow every last drop.
“You ready for it, Mia?” His strokes slowed down, grew lazy.
She moaned.
“Good, ’cause I’m coming,” he rasped.
He rested his cockhead flat on her tongue and a second later, strands of se**n jetted out. She swallowed heartily, milking him dry, taking everything he had to give her, and through it all, Jackson kept a firm grip on her hair and shuddered with release.
“Ah, that was real nice, darlin’,” he drawled after he’d pulled out.
Before she could blink, he yanked her onto her feet and kissed her. His mouth was hot and firm, his strong hands on her waist the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor in a sated puddle.
“So what do you say?” he murmured once they’d broken apart. “Do you think you can handle a demanding SEAL in your bed?”
It took a while for her to find her voice, and even then it came out hoarse and wobbly. “Y-yes.”
“You sure about that?”
She spoke more firmly this time. “Yes.”
“Good answer.” His expression darkened with sensual promise. “You ain’t gonna regret this, Mia. I guarantee it.”
Chapter Seven
Mia’s cell phone rang on Thursday evening just as she was walking through the door. Her heart skipped a beat because she figured it was Jackson calling about their date tonight, but when she saw the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, her excitement died.
It was a Nevada area code. She didn’t know anyone in Nevada.
But she did know someone who moved around so much they might be in Nevada.
Anger rose in her throat, but she forced herself not to get unnecessarily riled up. She might be wrong about the caller. Maybe it was an old college friend she hadn’t heard from in years. Or a lawyer calling to tell her she’d just inherited a gazillion dollars from a relative she hadn’t known existed.
He waited patiently as she inhaled through her nose, her lips stretched tight around the base of his shaft.
“You okay, sugar?”
She peered up at him and nodded.
“Good, ’cause I’m gonna f**k your mouth now and you’re gonna suck hard on every stroke.”
He wasn’t kidding. He withdrew swiftly before ramming right back in, the force of the stroke nearly knocking her backward. Jackson immediately steadied her by threading his fingers in her hair, but he didn’t slow his pace. His hips thrust and retreated as he drove his c**k into her mouth, plunging deep each time, filling her completely.
Flames engulfed Mia’s body, burning every inch of flesh. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the thick erection tunneling in and out of her mouth. The salty, masculine taste of him infused her senses. His low groans fueled her hunger. She was wetter than she’d ever been, a realization that shocked her. Blowjobs didn’t usually turn her on, and certainly not to this level.
“Ah, you love this, don’t cha, darlin’?” His voice was low and mocking.
She whimpered against his shaft.
“Is that a yes?” He chuckled, his c**k sliding out of her mouth with a wet popping noise. “Yeah, I think that’s a yes. Now be a good girl and give me your hand.”
She quickly held out her hand, and he brought it to his hard shaft. Her pulse careened as he curled her fingers around the root, then covered her fist with his and gave a sharp squeeze.
“Pump me hard,” he muttered. “And tease my cockhead with your tongue.”
She wasted no time doing what he asked, and her eagerness to please him absolutely floored her. Every sound that reverberated in the bedroom sent a dark thrill shooting up her spine. Every time her tongue danced over his tip and he moaned, a rush of satisfaction flooded her core. He might be dictating her actions, but Mia realized she had all the power. Right here, right now, Jackson Ramsey was at her sexual mercy and damned if that didn’t stoke the fire sizzling inside her.
“That’s it. Lick me up, nice and slow. Just like that, Mia.”
She swiped her tongue over his slit, moaning when a pearl of moisture formed there. She lapped it up, then explored the two silver ball bearings, sucking gently on each one.
“Fuck yeah.” Growling, Jackson grabbed her hand and forcibly moved it down to his sac, which was drawn tight. “Play with my balls, sugar. I’m gonna f**k your mouth again.”
That big, throbbing c**k plunged through her parted lips before she had a chance to breathe. She gasped and loosened her jaw again, while her fingers stroked and squeezed his sac.
“Put your other hand between your legs,” he instructed. “Make yourself come while you’re suckin’ me off.”
She brought her hand to her pu**y and found it slick and swollen from arousal. As she desperately rubbed her clit, Jackson maintained his relentless rhythm, pumping hard and deep, fast and furious, reducing her entire world to…to him, damn it. He was all she tasted, all she saw, all she felt, and it wasn’t long before release consumed her.
Her cries were muffled against his cock, the overwhelming ecstasy amplified by his low, satisfied laughter.
She’d barely regained her senses when his fist tightened in her hair, pulling to the point of pain that only heightened her pleasure.
“You wanna swallow my come or should I blow my load on your tits?”
It was difficult to talk with a mouthful of cock, so she just increased the suction, telling him with her lips exactly what she wanted. And God, she wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to swallow every last drop.
“You ready for it, Mia?” His strokes slowed down, grew lazy.
She moaned.
“Good, ’cause I’m coming,” he rasped.
He rested his cockhead flat on her tongue and a second later, strands of se**n jetted out. She swallowed heartily, milking him dry, taking everything he had to give her, and through it all, Jackson kept a firm grip on her hair and shuddered with release.
“Ah, that was real nice, darlin’,” he drawled after he’d pulled out.
Before she could blink, he yanked her onto her feet and kissed her. His mouth was hot and firm, his strong hands on her waist the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor in a sated puddle.
“So what do you say?” he murmured once they’d broken apart. “Do you think you can handle a demanding SEAL in your bed?”
It took a while for her to find her voice, and even then it came out hoarse and wobbly. “Y-yes.”
“You sure about that?”
She spoke more firmly this time. “Yes.”
“Good answer.” His expression darkened with sensual promise. “You ain’t gonna regret this, Mia. I guarantee it.”
Chapter Seven
Mia’s cell phone rang on Thursday evening just as she was walking through the door. Her heart skipped a beat because she figured it was Jackson calling about their date tonight, but when she saw the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, her excitement died.
It was a Nevada area code. She didn’t know anyone in Nevada.
But she did know someone who moved around so much they might be in Nevada.
Anger rose in her throat, but she forced herself not to get unnecessarily riled up. She might be wrong about the caller. Maybe it was an old college friend she hadn’t heard from in years. Or a lawyer calling to tell her she’d just inherited a gazillion dollars from a relative she hadn’t known existed.
