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She ignored my comment, her teeth sinking into that plump lower lip of hers. “So gorgeous,” she breathed, but it was to herself, not really meant for me to hear.

I heard though, and my ego swelled a bit. Not that I wasn’t pretty well self-assured of the size and generally pleasing aesthetics of my dick, but still, hearing a woman say that, in that tone of voice…it does wonders for any man.

But what her hand was doing…oh my fuck. I can last a hell of a long time, but the way she touched me—goddamn. I was going to blow in a matter of seconds if she kept that up.

Slow, gentle strokes, twisting on the way down, thumb rubbing over the tip when she reached the head. One stroke, two, three. That twist on the way down, the sweet, almost loving way her thumb caressed the very tip? I was clenching my jaw and tightening my ass cheeks within thirty seconds.

Normally I could last most of twenty minutes and be ready again in less than ten, but this girl, she was gonna get me to come like a damn schoolboy getting his first handy.

“Jesus, Temple,” I growled, “you got me fuckin’—”

“Shut the hell up,” she snapped. “Just…shut up.”

I quirked an eyebrow at her, and she met my eyes with an embarrassed blush.

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “Just shut up, huh?”

She stopped with her fist at the root of my cock, her eyes on mine. “Yeah, just shut up.” She gave me a hard enough squeeze that I winced. “Your mouth just ruins the moment.”

“Funny, since I think your mouth would only improve the moment.”

She stared at me in disbelief. “You asshole.”

I shrugged. “What? You think I haven’t pictured your mouth around my cock? What’s wrong with that?”

“I’m not like that.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t do that. Blow jobs, I mean.”

“Your hand on my cock says otherwise.”

“Do I like to touch cocks? Yes. Do I like to fuck? Also yes.” She resumed her slow strokes. “Do I suck cock? No.”

“You don’t? Ever?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Never.”

“You’ve never sucked a cock before? Never?”

“I said Idon’t, not that Ihaven’t.”

“So that’s a rule? You don’t suck dick?”

Temple nodded. “That’s one of my rules, yes.”

I focused on the conversation rather than the way her hand felt on my cock, or the way her small pale fingers looked wrapped around me. “Oneof your rules, implying there’s more than one?”

“I have…rules, yes.”

“Rules,” I repeated. “What kind of rules?”

“There’s an non-disclosure agreement listing it all. No pictures, no contacting me when we’re done, no talking about what we did, no telling your buddies, no selling stories.”

Wow. She had rules? For sex?

“And no oral? That’s on there?”