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Grasping my hands, he lifted them to his mouth and kissed my palms. A small, sweet smile pulled at his lips as he placed my hands back at the button.

My hands were steadier as I undid his jeans and let them fall.

Jake kicked his shoes and socks off and stepped out of his pants. He sat on the bed and positioned himself against the headboard. Lacing his hands behind his head, he stretched his legs out in front of him.

He almost looked relaxed and indifferent, but I knew better. I could feel the tension emanating from him. The strain from holding back was evident on his face though he tried to hide it.

I climbed up the bed between his legs.

Jake’s arms went behind my neck to unhook my dress and push it down.

Sitting up, I let the dress pool around my knees before kicking it the rest of the way off.

On my knees in between his spread thighs, I ran my fingers along the edge of his boxer briefs. I felt a thrill as his abdominal muscles clenched and his cock jumped and strained. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, feeling his rough hair as I freed him.

Wrapping my hand around the base of him, Jake’s loud moan startled me and I quickly pulled my hand away.

“Good noise, baby. So fuckin’ good. Keep goin’.”

I curled my fingers back around him, feeling coarse hair on the side of my fist. I ran my hand up, gliding gently up the smooth skin of his length.

“Harder, baby. Tighten your grip.”

This is definitely an area where I appreciate the bossy voice.

Feeling his cock through layers of clothes was much different than having nothing in the way. It looked bigger, thicker, stronger, and, it’s worth repeating, bigger. Even still, I knew how sensitive it was. I didn’t want to do anything wrong, especially if it resulted in pain.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, promise,” Jake continued, proving again he could read my mind.

Hesitantly, I held him tighter and rubbed up.

His head fell back as his hips rose from the bed.

I released my grasp and lowered myself to run my tongue up his length before taking the tip in my mouth. Going slowly, I pressed my tongue against him and felt the veins and ridges as I moved.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Jake quietly groaned. He used his hands to hold my hair back, allowing me to look at him. “You’re so sexy. Christ, so fuckin’ sexy.”

I took him as deep as I felt comfortable, which wasn’t much. Drawing on my smut knowledge, I added my hand to work his remaining length and found a good rhythm.

Jake’s hips rocked slightly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Hearing his moans, I felt incited, ignited, inspired. I shut out the doubt and justfelthim.

It might not be the most artful blow job, but what I lack in finesse, I can make up for in enthusiasm.

“You gotta stop or I’m not gonna last.” His hand fisted in my hair and tugged back gently.

I pushed down against his hold, moaning around his cock at the pull of my hair.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” he warned on a guttural groan as he tried half-heartedly to pull me away. When that didn’t work, he switched and used his hand in my hair to guide me. His hooded eyes heated as he watched me. “Fuck. Perfect. So fuckin’ perfect.” His cock surged and grew harder still. He cursed, the sound somewhere between a groan and a shout, as he came.

I wanted to experience everything I could, but I hadn’t thought I’d enjoy it like I had. I definitely hadn’t expected to feel so turned on and powerful.

This gorgeous sex god just got off because of me. Because of what I did to him.

His hand gently pulled me back. I sat up, unsure of what to do, but I didn’t have to think long about it.

Jake gave me a wicked smile. “Your turn.”