He brushed his hands into my hair, looking down at me, "You did so well my girl..." I still rested in between his legs, looking up at him. I moved my head in a steady, rhythmic trance, my throat aching as I took him deep, determined to see just how much of that iron-clad composure I could shatter. Jake’s breath was coming in ragged, broken hitches. His hands were buried in my hair, not pulling, but anchored there as if I were the only thing keeping him from floating away. "Yuna... god, Yuna," he groaned, his voice a low vibration I could feel against my tongue. His hips gave a sudden, violent jerk, and I felt the muscles in his thighs go rigid against the seat. He didn't pull away. He bucked into my mouth one last time with a soul-deep cry, and I felt him come, hot, heavy, and thick. I didn't flinch. I swallowed every bit of him, my eyes locked on his flushed, sweating face as he collapsed back
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