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Hard, deep breaths. His grip on my head growing firmer. Tugging at my hair with every movement. Begging.

He didn’t need words. I understood.

My hands were firmly on his thighs, and I enjoyed that, the feel of his leg muscles under my fingertips, my erection straining against my boxers.

I wanted out of these clothes. Needed his skin against mine.

Also…

“Dyl,” he started. A gentleman’s warning, I supposed.

I’d been right, as he tensed up, a roar coming out of his mouth from somewhere deep down in his stomach.

I caught the first shot in the roof of my mouth, went back for more, the surprise making me smile.

I was doing this, and he was probably right. I knew what I was doing.

Maybe I always had. Maybe this wasn’t as big of a challenge as I’d made it in my head.

I pulled off, only to catch another warm squirt on my cheek.

I guided it into my mouth with my finger, as per some kind of instinct.

On my knees on the floor, my bones screaming in discomfort. I barely noticed, with my hand down my trousers, trying to find my dick, give myself what I needed—this time with the taste of salty warmth still on my tongue.

I looked up at him as I swallowed, and he was right there, meeting my gaze with his mouth hanging slack.

He didn’t say a word. Just bent down, grabbed me under my arms, and lifted me up on my feet.

Knees. Screaming.

He was strong, and I was grateful for that as he put me down on the bed, going straight for my belt. My hand was still stuck down there, until he released me and tugged my boxers down.

Then he went straight in, zero hesitation, my dick suddenly engulfed in wet warmth as my mouth sang out a cacophony of syllables.

Hands tugging at his hair. Both of them.

My erection? I couldn’t even think straight.

Dick. In. Mouth.

Spunk? In mine.

Fuck.

Not particularly straight at all.

I giggled, then roared, spluttered out nonsense, my hands following his movements.

Sucking me bone dry. Skin. Everywhere.

My hips did that thing again, where my body seemed to spasm. Everything was dark and white and unfathomable as my orgasm tore through me.

That wasn’t new. I’d come. Many times. With Veronica. The girl in college. That other girl at the party.

Mouths. Vaginas. Sex.

And now this man, whose head was resting heavily against my groin.