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“Jesus, Syn, the words that come out of your mouth.”

“Too much?”

Another chuckle from him, the deep sound stroking me from head to toe, and my oh my, my toes are curling.

“Not at all. You are turning me on. Keep talking dirty to me, babe. I’ll never tire of it. But only with me. Talk dirty to a different dude and I will fuck him up, got that?”

I am wet. Can’t speak worth a darn. Ready for a taste of him, I slide down his body. Skim my finger over the soft head of his erection. Stroke up and down his thickness.

With my knees tucked under my chest, I take his length and thickness in my mouth. He is salty. Earthy. Warm flesh. Ridges. I cup his balls and bob my head up and down. I suck and suck. Lick him like a lollipop.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, what you can do with your mouth . . .” He tangles his fingers in my hair and guides me up and down his erection. “Digging the lip ring. That sliver of metal will be the death of me. Heaven, Pixie Dust. Pure heaven.”

Good. I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks. Saliva coats his penis. Covers my fingers. I suck more. Run my tongue from base to tip. Mouth the head. I’m ready for another round, except large, calloused hands grab me under my arms, tug me up, and suddenly I am on my back.

“Taron?”

“Syn. Baby. No more. You’re gonna make me come.”

Taron kisses along my temple, down my jawline and my neck. He keeps on going until he gets to my breasts. He palms my breasts. Grasps my nipples between his fingers. Tugs and pinches them. Pain. Pleasure. I arch my back. The throbbing between my legs is relentless. More so when he goes alpha male on me.

“Beautiful. Perfect. Mine. Another man touches you and I will fuck him up, Syn. No doubt about it. Are you hearing me? You. Are. Mine.”

“Yours. All yours. I would never cheat on you.”

I’ll tell him the truth. In real life. What we are doing right now is a dream.

He takes a nipple in his mouth, then the other, lavishing equal attention on the hardened buds. He uses his tongue, his teeth, his fingers. He grazes the buds with his teeth. Licks them with his tongue. Pinches them with his fingers until I am moaning and writhing beneath him.

“Taron. Inside me. Now.”

“Not until you come.”

“I can do that with you in me.”

“Have you changed your mind? Do you like sex, Syn?”

“Yes.”

“Why is this different?” He trails his fingers between my breasts and goes low. Anticipation courses through my veins. I tremble. Squirm. Beg for him to slip his fingers inside me.

“What’s different, Syn?” He challenges me to admit the truth that’s been in my heart for the longest time.

“You. You’re the different.”

“That’s my girl.”

He goes in deep with his finger in one thrust, the intrusion so sudden, I arch my back. Grind my hips into his finger. Beg him to fill me full. He slips in another finger and another until I am stretched. My head goes side to side. I fist the covers in my hands, sheer pleasure rocking through my body. Too much. This is too much. It’s also not enough.

“Tell me what you need, Pixie Dust.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Shake my head. Guys don’t go down on me. They want to climb inside me and get off.

“Syn, baby?”

“I want your face on my sex.”

“Not dirty enough. Say what you mean, Syn.”