Heat sears my skin and I stop breathing. Damien’s lips curve into a smirk. “You like that?” My retort stalls in my throat—and thank fuck—because I realize he’s talking to Mrs. Miller. “Yes, I’m so close. Don’t stop.” My throat bobs on a swallow and right when I’m about to start thrusting because I have to release all this pent-up tension, his tongue glides up and down my shaft again…slower this time. My whole body vibrates in response. “Fuck,” I groan. I’m suddenly thankful he had the good sense to blindfold Mrs. Miller because I grab the bedsheets, coming so hard the bed shakes. And
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