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She nods. There’s nothing hesitant in her fiery expression. “Show me how you like it.”

It’s blasphemy, it’s pain, it’s salvation. But I reach down and cup her face and tap my thumb against her lower lip. “Open up… that’s it. Suck on the head. Yes. Like that.”

Her pretty lips spread wide, her mouth hot and warm. And maybe she does want to learn how to do this. “Grip me here at the same time.”

Nora wraps her hand around my base, and she starts bobbing her head gently up and down. It’s soft and not as hard as I need it, and it’s the best torture I’ve ever experienced.

She asked for this. She wants to learn.

“You’re doing so good. Can you take me deeper?” My hand is on the side of her cheek, and it’s obscene, feeling it hollow out when she bobs farther down. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

And who am I kidding? I’m taking advantage of her here. I’m the one dancing right along the edge, and it’s with someone who’s never given head before. How is someone so inexperienced making this so fucking unforgettable?

Nora flicks her tongue along the underside of my head, and I groan. My hand slides back to grip her hair, and fuck, I have to be gentle, have to be good…

“Do that again. Just like that….” She does, and if her mouth feels this good around my cock, how good would it be to be inside her? To introduce her to the real thing, to be her first, to come with her fluttering around me.

Nora speeds up. Her green eyes are locked on mine with triumph, excitement and a hint of something fierce. She’s learning, and she’s making a point, and she’s taking what she wants.

Her other hand digs down into the fabric, grips my balls tight. I hiss, but I stroke her cheek to tell her to keep going. “Look at you.” It’s all I can say for another long minute. “Taking me so damn well.”

I coax her through it, praise turning low and hoarse. I’m hovering on the edge. Have been for so long around her that it doesn’t take much to send me tumbling.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this, shouldn’t want her the way I do every single fucking day, but I do.

Rafe can never find out that I let his little sister do this.

Because I’m letting her suck me off, and it’s proof that I’m wrong for her. What kind of sick bastard would let his best friend’s virgin sister do this? When she’s under my protection; asked me for help with sex; is angry at me for keeping a secret.

I want her to do this every single day for the rest of my life. But I don’t deserve her doing just that.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” My fingers flex in her hair.

She takes me deeper, and the wet, hot suctioning of her mouth is the center of the universe. Pleasure races down my spine, and she’s not stopping, looking at me with those eyes.

Her eyes close on a slow blink, and then she moves her hand in time with her mouth, her tongue, her lips. I should warn her again, but then she flicks her tongue, andfucking hell. My hips lift once off the armchair before I can lock my muscles down.

I come with a loud groan.

Fingers in her hair, shudders racking through my body. Not looking away for a second as she drains me. Not even blinking, and when it’s done, she kisses the crown and sits back on her knees with a small smile.

Her lips are rosy, cheeks red. Waiting, and when I realize what she’s waiting for, my spent cock twitches against my stomach.

“You did so well, sweetheart. Swallowing it all like a good girl.” My shirt is open, legs splayed.Destroyed. “You’ve made me very happy.”

Nora smiles. Pleasure dances in her eyes. “I’ve wanted to try that for days.”

“Yeah? To see if you could wreck me?”

“Yes.” She leans forward and rests her hands on my thighs. Her hair is undone around her shoulders, glossy in the dim lighting of the library. “Is this how you’ll treat your wife?”

My eyes narrow. “What?”

“Will you call her your good girl too, when she pleases you?” She cocks her head a little. “Will you fuck her the way you won’t fuck me?”

“No.”

She sits up straighter, and she strokes a single finger along the length of my cock where it rests against my stomach. “Why not? You won’t lose Fairhaven. You’ve been preparing me for a future guy.” Her fingers tap against the sensitive head, and I grit my teeth. “Why can’t I talk about your future wife?”