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Page 181 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet

“Yessssss,” he murmurs, the sound of his pleasure making me throb and fading the twinge of envy in my chest.

I fucking love turning Jude on. I stretch his arms over his head then spread out his body under me so I can savor him. His heady gaze tracks me as I indulge in the taste of his skin, the masculine scent of him. I inhale his armpit, my throat rumbling in response, and he groans right along with me.

Then I move my mouth along his arm, alternating between slow, sensual kisses in the crook of his elbow and sharp, hard nibbles along his forearm. His gasps and groans are the soundtrack to his pleasure.

Mine too, since my dick is thumping against my fly. My mind is a lusty haze as I dip down to his torso, licking him as I go, nipping his flesh, then kissing hard enough to leave marks.

He writhes, a man undone by my touch.

Yes.

When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I unzip them then visit his hips, biting down right there at the edge of his V-line.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I wiggle his pants down his ass, and he pushes them along, raring to get naked for me.

Once the denim hits his knees, I go for it. I bite his thighs.

“God!” he shouts, and I’m even harder. Hell, I am so goddamn horny. I don’t fucking care when he fell for teeth and lips and bite marks. I’m the one who’s driving him wild now, and that’s all that matters.

In a flurry, I undress him completely, savoring the power imbalance. I’m fully clothed, and he’s naked. He’s also cranked all the way up. His hand grips his cock, offering it to me. “Suck me off. Please.”

Jude hardly ever pleads with me. It’s usually the other way around, but I’m digging the shift. So damn much.

I reach for the hem of my shirt, then yank it off in one smooth move.

“Now I know why you wore that shirt. That’s such a romance hero move, and it’s really fucking hot,” he rasps out.

“I wish I could say I planned that but...”

“That’s why it’s so sexy. It’s just you.” He sits up, grabbing my face. “Kiss me before you suck me.”

This is a whole new Jude today, and I am here for it. Maybe because I’m here for him. I’m down for whatever he wants. I kiss him ruthlessly, giving his lips the same treatment I gave his body, sucking and biting.

He’s panting in my mouth in seconds, then falling away from me, his head thumping back on the pillow. “Need you now,” he says, slamming his palms on my shoulders, shoving me down his body.

I settle between his thighs, my mouth watering at the sight of his aching cock. He’s dripping. “Baby, you’re so fucking turnedon, you’re leaking,” I murmur as I flick my tongue against those inviting drops. One taste, and my head swims with lust.

“Get your mouth on me. Please. Fucking please,” Jude says, pushing my face onto the crown of his cock.

I want to tease him, but I don’t have the willpower. As I lick more of his salty arousal, adrenaline pumps through me. The scent of him makes me so wired that my own fantasies spin out of control. “Make me choke on your cock,” I tell him, and his whole body jerks in response.

He can’t even respond with words since I swallow him in a heartbeat. All he can do is grunt as I take him to the back of my throat.

Jude fucks my mouth relentlessly, shoving his cock as far down as he can go. My throat will be sore when he’s done, and that’s fine by me. I suck him hard, gagging when he thrusts deep. He doesn’t stop, not even when I cough, not even when saliva slides down my chin.

I don’t care, and he doesn’t care.

“Take it all,” he begs.

Jude could order me around. He could give me any command he wanted, and I’d suck him just as hard.

But he’s pleading, and it’s so unlike him, and it’s so fucking sexy.

My eyes water. My mouth waters. He’s pummeling my throat, and it’s awesome. But it could be more awesome if I do this...

Letting go of his thighs, I sneak a hand between his legs and tug on his balls.




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