Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 381: Sucking Him Off

Sofia’s POV

I told myself I was only doing this for the money. I needed it badly. The investigator I hired charged a lot, and most of my savings were already gone. Getting this money every month would help me so much. And it wasn’t sex. It was only a blowjob. All I had to do was close my eyes, get it over with, and then it would be done.

"Do you want it here?" I asked, my voice rough.

"Yes," he said without a pause, his eyes locked on me like a hunter who had already caught his prey.

My knees felt weak as I lowered myself in front of him. My hands shook when I reached for his belt, and the sound of the buckle coming undone made my heart pound even faster. I told myself it was just money. Just a deal. But the truth was harder to face.

Because as I knelt there, every memory came flooding back. The way it used to be. The way I used to love sucking him. And the ache inside me reminded me I hadn’t been touched in years. Damien had been the last. And now, here I was again, back where it all began.

I hated myself for it. For wanting him. For missing him. But my body betrayed me. Heat curled low in my belly, spreading fast, making me wet even as I told myself this was nothing. Just a job. Just a trade.

Swallowing hard, I unzipped him, and his cock spilled out. My throat went dry as I came face-to-face with his already hardened cock; it felt like he was bigger than I remembered. My lips hovered just above him, trembling, betraying every denial I whispered in my head. I told myself again—this wasn’t desire, this was just money. But the moment my mouth touched the tip of his cock, everything inside me shattered.

before letting my mouth open wider, swallowing inch by inch, like I was starving and

in me. My tongue traced him, teasing, circling, before I sucked harder, like it was a lollipop I couldn’t put down. Heat coiled deep in my core, my body betraying me with every wet sound I made around

into my hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail, and my heart kicked against my ribs. With a sharp tug, he held me

those pretty eyes," Damien growled, his voice rough, dark. "I want to see every second of you taking me like you used

his hips snapping forward, fucking my mouth in a way that made me choke and moan all at once. Tears pricked my eyes, but the heat between my legs only grew worse, my underwear damp and clinging to me. Every thrust sent a fresh wave

beg him to take me the way he used to—to feel his cock inside me again—but I couldn’t. This wasn’t supposed to be

now, his voice dripping with the same filthy words that used to undo me. "Your mouth was made for me. Look at you—on your knees, drooling all over my cock. You

only responded with a

tighter, and I moaned around him, the sound vibrating through my throat. My eyes stayed locked with his, and the

into my mouth harder, deeper. Each thrust made my throat stretch around him, my body trembling with the effort to keep up. My eyes watered, saliva running down my chin, but instead of stopping

beg, before I could turn around and give myself away completely, Damien groaned loud and sharp. His hips jerked hard against my lips as

chest heaving. The ache between my legs was unbearable, a hollow, desperate need clawing at me. I wanted him so badly it hurt, but my pride

we done?" I asked, my voice hoarse, raw. I didn’t look at

my head, the words screamed louder than anything else. Please... ask to fuck me. Please, Damien, turn me around and take me. Don’t make me

didn’t reach for me. He only adjusted himself,