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“I want to prove I’m not out for what I can get.” Reggie rolls onto his back.

“Am I going for a ride?” I ask, puzzled. How can I ride him if I can’t have that thick prime rib of a cock? I feel a confused pout forming and try to hide it.

“Yes. Not down there.” When I try to sink down to his cock, Reggie's strong fists grip my forearms and pull me up.

He wants me on his face? I freeze. I’m fluffy and furry, and I just came. My pussy’s all slick and gooey. I don’t know how that’s going to go. Reggie doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would dive into a sloppy pussy, even if he’d burst into a machine gun nest to take out the bad guys. “I already came,” I whisper, holding my ground, knees on the mattress next to his shoulder.

“Good. Come some more. Think I can’t make you?”

“I’m sure you can, but... I haven’t shaved there, either.”

“Why should you have to shave?”

“I... don’t know. Bikinis?”

“I’m not a beach, Teri.”

“I know, but... I thought you’d prefer it. A lot of guys do.”

“I prefer you. Get up here before I have to demonstrate some combat skills on you,” he teases with a gentle stroke on my thigh.

“Can’t argue with that,” I whisper and hesitantly kneel, letting him arrange me over his face.

“I’m not a giraffe. Would you kindly bring my dessert closer?” he teases and presses down on my hips.

When I laugh at the giraffe comment, my guard drops, and Reggie drops me squarely onto his ravenous mouth. His tongue whips around my juicy folds, making me moan. The best part? Not just how good it instantly feels, but how much he likes it. He’s moaning, too, as if he’s starving and I’m the meal he’s been waiting for.

Reggie's tongue burrows into me, fighting against my clinging walls, which are squeezing around him as his upper lip and nose take turns worrying my clit. He alternates by pulling as much of me as he can into his mouth—clit, swollen lips, juicy insides—whatever he can wrap his mouth around. And then he sucks, his hands massaging my inner thighs and my ass cheeks. I jump in surprise and pleasure when his thumb massages my leaking juices into my tight asshole, teasing the opening with his thumb. He’s not going in, just making my nerve endings dance.

How does he know how to do this? How does he know that I’ll like it? “How are you so good at this?” I whimper, hands grabbing at my breasts, cupping them as I tug on my nipples.

His voice is muffled. “I just listen to your noises. If you like it, I do more to that spot. Nothing fancy.”

“I disagree.” I lock my hands together and push onto the wall at the head of the bed, bracing myself as an orgasm begins. I know it’s partially because I already gave myself one that I come so quickly the second time, but Reggie's excellent attentionhas helped speed it up, too. Normally, it takes me much longer to come just from oral stimulation. I need penetration and pressure on my clit at the same time, something Matteo was good at providing—as long as it was from his own fingers or mine. I once suggested a toy, and he sulked for hours until I said I was only kidding.

Reggie brings me back to the present with hard fast circles just above my clit, three fingers rubbing in hard.

“Reggie. Oh, fuck, Reggie. Reg-gie!” The last cry is a broken gasp as I reach back and grab his cock, working my fist around it.

“Oh, fuck!” Reggie tosses his head back in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Teri.” His broken pants and his feverish lapping at my pussy keep me riding the wave of small orgasms, building up to a bigger one. I feel powerful. Glamorous and powerful without a stitch of fancy lingerie or a four-star hotel and champagne.

“Do you really not want to give me this?” I whisper, still fisting his cock, feeling a coating of precum under my fingers.

“It’s not necessary.” His teeth are gritted, and his jaw is tight. “Love and intimacy aren’t something selfish.”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted it. I asked if you would give me this. Unselfishly.” I pout at him, and he wheezes out a little chuckle.

“Teri...”

“What if I want it?”

“Then you need to give me a second.”

“One.” I roll to my back, and Reggie scoots out from under me and zooms to the bathroom. He put the condoms in there, I guess. I hear rustling and tearing, but before I can even lie down all the way, he’s back, kissing his way from my ankle to the top of my thigh. “Oh no, you don’t,” I push his shoulder away when he tries to resume his worship of me. “It’s your turn.”

“I don’t need a turn.” Reggie shakes his head. “And I didn’t even know if I would need the protection, but I wanted you to be relaxed and at ease. I—

“Shhh. I’m very at ease with you. Good partners take turns. They tell the truth. I want a turn to have my pussy filled by your cock, and that’s the truth.”