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She nods her head while her mouth is still stuffed full of me. I groan at how damn good she looks, taking me.

I’m already close as fuck. Then she takes me further than she can take and gags. Instead of stopping, she does it again … and again.

“Shit, that’s it. Gag on me. Just like that.”

Her hand still moves over the part of me she can’t take. Her other one finds my balls.

It’s all too good. I know I can’t hold it in any longer.

“I’m gonna come,” I say through gritted teeth.

She pumps her mouth faster and sucks harder. My entire body flexes almost painfully as I feel my release begin. I nearly lose my balance and vision at the strength of how hard it hits me.

Thick ropes of cum shoot out into her mouth, and she fucking moans as they hit her tongue.

“Dammit,” I cuss at how good it feels.

At how enthusiastic she is that I’m coming in her mouth.

When I’m done, she pulls off of me and swallows. Her hands rest on my thighs as she takes deep, ragged breaths.

Beautiful, is all that comes to mind.

I grab her hands from my thighs and pull her to her feet, then kiss her long and slow. My forehead falls to hers, as we both still haven’t controlled our breathing.

I don’t know what just happened.

I haven’t done oral sex in years. Maybe even decades.

I only fuck. I don’t waste time with foreplay, which is generally too intimate.

But this … this just felt right.

I should pump the brakes on what’s happening. Clearly, I’m out of my depth here.

Instead, I kiss her forehead and walk us into my bathroom to clean up.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

AUBREY

The sound of Liana crying through the baby monitor pulls me slowly from sleep.

For one second, I don’t know where I am. Then I feel the warmth beside me.

Dean.

The memories of last night rush back all at once, and I have to fight the urge to bury my face in the pillow to hide my smile.

We spent hours together as time slipped away without either of us noticing. He devoured me last night. I’ve never come so hard multiple times in my life.

I didn’t think it was even possible. I don’t remember the last time I felt so completely seen by another person.

Dean groans softly beside me. I watch him pull on a pair of black sweatpants before disappearing into the hallway.

A few seconds later, I hear his quiet voice.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”