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“It’s your decision,” I said. “Whatever you want.”
Fiona looked at me a long moment. Then she slid off Ross’s knee onto the rug, knelt between his legs and reached for his belt.
“Fi,” Ross croaked.
“Shh.”
She pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she wrapped her fingers round it and looked back at me. Checking. I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.
She licked him from base to tip. Ross’s head fell back against the sofa.
Then she took him into her mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes closed. I’d been on the other end of that mouth for nine years. Watching it from across the room was something else entirely. My cock was out of my jeans and in my fist before I’d decided to do it.
She bobbed on him, wet and noisy, one hand pumping the base. Ross gripped the cushions and groaned her name. When he warned her, she didn’t stop. She took him deep and swallowed, her throat working.
Then she sat back, wiped her lips, and looked at me, cheeks pink.
“That’s all,” she said. “That’s all I want tonight.”
Ross dressed and left in a daze. Fiona crawled into my lap and kissed me so I could taste him, and stroked me until I came all over her hand.
It was intense. But she’d stopped short, and so had I.
Ending 4 of 16: On Her Knees. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.