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    I copsed limply onto the bed, gasping, hoping it was over—but then Bryan stepped back and began undressing. My heart sank. His erection stood rigid and glistening, already straining with need. He moved to the edge of the bed, thrusting his thick length toward my face.


    “Suck me, or I’ll tear you apart,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.


    Panic seized me. “No… I don’t want to,” I whispered, shaking my head.


    His response was instant and brutal. He dragged me forward, his hand locking behind my head. The p of his hard flesh against my cheek sent a cold shudder through me.


    “Open up.”


    I resisted, trembling, but Bryan forced himself between my lips. The stretch was overwhelming.


    “Mmm…” I whimpered, trapped by his grip.


    “Hurry up,” he urged, voice rough.


    Reluctantly, I wrapped my hand around his base, moving slowly, awkwardly. His broad head reached the back of my throat, veins pressing against my lips until my jaw ached. Bryan pushed deeper, craving more.


    “Mmm… Mmm…” My tongue traced the length of him as saliva escaped my mouth.


    Suddenly, he pulled away andy back on the bed, his fingers teasing me again. To my shame, my body responded instantly.


    Bryan smirked. “Ever tried 69?”


    “Ah…” I moaned, confused.


    “I’ll show you how,” Bryan said, his voice dark with promise.


    A suggestive grin yed on his lips as he guided me to straddle him, his hardened length pressing insistently against my thigh. The intimate proximity of my body to Bryan’s face flushed me with a mix of embarrassment and restless frustration.


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    Then I felt it—the slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue against my most sensitive flesh. The sensation was electric, jolting through me until I shuddered uncontrobly. As shame gave way to raw need, I began to focus on him in return, while his mouth continued its skilled assault, drawing wave after wave of pleasure from deep within me.


    In that position, Bryan coaxed me to climax, his own release following swiftly after. I pulled back, breathless and suddenly empty, then coughed and spat before copsing against his chest, utterly spent.


    Makenna’s POV:


    As darkness fell, Bryan’s ce was a beacon of light, making it clear he was reluctant to let me go.


    “Stay here tonight,” he urged with an insistence that felt more like amand than a suggestion.


    “No, I can’t,” I said firmly, my resolve as unyielding as stone. “I need to get back.”


    Bryan, seeing that pushing me might put both my mood and the baby at risk, finally gave in. With a sigh, he gestured for the servants to get the car ready and escorted me to the door himself.


    Just as I was about to climb into the car, Bryan’s hand snaked around my waist, pulling me back. With a teasing grin, he leaned in close and whispered, “Your skills in oral sex have improved quite a bit.”


    Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I pushed him away, my embarrassment making me feel like a schoolgirl caught in a prank. This guy really had no shame!


    “Ha-ha…”


    Bryanughed heartily, his amusement echoing as I nearly tumbled into the car, eager to escape his teasing.


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