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“Denial?”

He stands from the chair and steps toward me, his body heavy over mine, carrying quiet authority. His presence feels like gravity itself, impossible to ignore or step away from. “Strip down for me, or I’ll take you to the edge and I won’t let you finish.”

My clit throbs as the heat from his rough breath touches my collarbone.

He takes a step back, the wood creaking under his weight before he leans against the counter in the hazy light of the room.

Fingers shaking, I unbutton the flannel slowly and let the fabric fall to the ground. The cool air prickles against my skin as my pulse quickens.

Who is this girl?

Ghost watches carefully, the dim light cutting sharp angles across his face. “Good girl. You should see how good you look right now.”

“Please!” I exhale with embarrassment over the shape of my body. “I’m—”

“Don’t do that. You’re beautiful.” He steps toward me and circles me like prey, running his big, calloused hand down over my frame. “Focus on how this feels.”

I’m not sure my heart could beat any faster. I’ve never been touched like this, never been admired like this, never been so focused on. It’s both insanely uncomfortable and pleasurable.

“You’re nervous.” His hand lands on my chest before climbing up to my throat. “You don’t have to be. I’ll take care of you.” The pad of his thumb brushes against the vein in my neck, and he leans in slowly, kissing my collarbone, then my neck and my ears, as a low growl leaves his throat. “Are you open to anything?”

I’m not sure what anything means, but this is supposed to be an adventure, so I nod, despite the air leaving my lungs as I do it.

“Good. Then sit in that chair and spread your legs for me. I need a taste.”

Oh, damn!

I sit back in the chair and stare up at him, spreading my legs as though I’ve done this a million times, but I sure as hell haven’t—not like this.

“Good girl. But when I ask you to do something, I need you to answer me with,‘yes, sir.’Understand?”

I swallow hard as my clit throbs against the lips of my pussy. “Yes, sir.”

Oh my God, why is this so hot?

He kneels down and kisses my thighs, brushing his beard against my skin, tickling my outer lips. It’s soft and gentle at first, but after he’s breathed me in, he’s more aggressive, burying his face against me as he licks and sucks with a growl so deep that my hands instinctively dig into his hair and my hips grind up against his face.

Every groan and thrust of his tongue sends me closer and closer to an ecstasy I’ve never felt. He’s measured and precise, yet hungry and wild. I’ve never felt anything like it.

“Don’t stop!” I moan out my request, but he finishes and stands, licking his lips with a growl.

“No, you don’t make demands. I do. I tell you when to come, what to do, and what to taste.” His voice is deep and raspy, as though he’s been gargling rocks.

I fix my gaze up toward him, completely at his mercy, desperate for his permission to release, excited for his commands.

“You taste like you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?” I squeeze my legs together instinctively as he nods toward the dildo.

“That big cock.”

I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want that thing anymore. I want him. I want to feel whatever he’s working with. I want him in my mouth, in my ass, on my face, in my pussy. There isn’t a place I don’t want it.

I can feel the redness in my face. I’ve never been good at this kind of thing. “Actually, I… I want you instead.”

“You want me?” He smiles coyly as he walks toward the counter. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to prove you can take that one first.”

The dildo I bought is ten inches. Ghost is a big guy, and a big man has a big cock, but there’s no way he’s bigger than ten inches,right?