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Fuck, I was in so deep.
“Just fucking suck on it, Mia,” I growled, wishing the never-ending monologue inside my head would just shut up.
“Patience really is not your virtue,” she mused right before she dipped her head and took my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
CHAPTER30
MIA
He was so big that I could barely fit half of him in my mouth, but every time I heard him say my name, I tried harder.
He moaned it. Grunted it. Cursed it.
And when his balls tightened in my hand and his cum flooded my throat, that “Mia” sounded like a plea.
He had his fingers in my hair while his hips made shallow thrusts as he rode his high. Eventually, his groans turned into harsh breaths, and God, there was nothing quite like it.
I slurped him all the way down, licking over the head until not a drop of his cum was left.
When I finally sat up, the sight below couldn’t be more satisfying. He looked destroyed.
“And we haven’t even fucked yet,” he mused, more to himself than to me.
I fell beside him on the bed. “Need a break?”
He tugged me against him and pressed his nose against my hair. “Yeah. With you sitting on my face.”
I laughed. “I need a break too. I’m going to get some water. Want some?”
He squeezed my ass. “I’ll get it.”
“You don’t know where anything is.”
“I’ll figure it out,” he said, sliding off the bed. The view of his tatted back as he walked out of the room ensured my eyes didn’t stray from him for a moment.
I slid under the duvet. My heart raced inside my chest, and my body buzzed.
I was satisfied. Yet not.
I was enjoying this so much that I wasn’t sure how I’d feel tomorrow morning when Romolo left and everything went back to normal.
Me, living my life, doing everything I could for the campaign.
Him, living his life, doing…whatever it was that he did with his days.
Whatdidhe do with his days?
He came back in with two glasses of water and handed one to me.
“What kind of work do you actually do for your family?” I asked, my gaze sliding down his chest and settling on his abs. He worked hard on that body.
“Why?” he asked with an arched brow.
My eyes moved back to his face. “Just curious.”
“I run a nightclub,” he said. “But I work on some other things too.”
“What kind of things?”
