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She shook her head. “That’s not one of the written rules, no. It’s just…something I don’t do.”

“Why not?”

“Men are assholes. They’re all jerks and douchebags and walking dickbags. But I get horny as hell, so I need sex. But sex for me is…straightforward.” She watched her hand moving on my cock, still going torturously, teasingly slow. “No playing around, no bullshit. Just fuck me and go away.”

“You didn’t answer my question, but whatever,” I said. “You really just...fuck and then you’re done? That sounds boring.”

She jerked her eyes up to mine. “Boring?”

I nodded. “Boring as hell, princess.” I took a moment to pull myself back from the edge, which was getting more difficult with every second. Her hand was so soft, her touch gentle, and I couldn’t help watching her hand slide up and down my shaft, traveling all those inches in infuriatingly slow increments. “So when you have sex, you just…fuck? You just go right to riding the dick?”

“For the most part, yes.”

We both watch her stroke my cock. “Babe, you’re missing out on the best part of sex.”

“I like it simple.”

“Because you’ve never been shown how good complicated can be, Princess.”

“And that includes me sucking your cock?”

“It could.” I was having to focus on holding back now, which was making it hard for me to talk. “It could include a lot of things. Me eating your pussy. You like to have your pussy licked, Fancy?”

She let out a breath. “Yeah.”

“How about we make a deal.”

“A deal?”

I grabbed her wrist. “Yeah. If I can make you come three times in less than twenty minutes, then you go down on me.”

“And if you can’t?”

“I’ll do anything and everything you ask. Including nothing at all, if that’s how you want it.”

“What if I want to tie you up and put my finger in your asshole?” She searched my eyes as she said this.

I grinned at her. “Sweetness, when I say anything, I do mean anything. The only hard limits for me are full-on pegging and sick shit like golden showers or whatever. Anything else you can think of, I’ll let you do.” I released her wrist, and she resumed stroking; I don’t think she could help it. “But that’s onlyifI can’t make you come three times in twenty minutes or less.”

I was pretty damn sure I had this one in the bag. Get to watch her come, get to taste her sweet little pussy,andI get to have her mouth on my cock. Win-win for me, and I didn’t think she’d mind the three orgasms.

The smirk on her face made me pause, though. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh, just that I’ve never had a multiple orgasm in my life. Not on my own, nor has anyone ever given me one.”

She had me on the edge; acting normal was impossible now. I was throbbing, aching. My cock was about to burst, my balls were tight and hard and full, and her hand was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt in my life. Just that one hand. I watched her fingers gripping me, watched them slide down my shaft, watched her thumb caress over my tip, across that little slit, and then her fist plunged down again. I don’t think she was trying to get me off, she just liked my cock. Fine by me, but things were reaching the point of no return.

“Goddamn, Temple.”

Her lips curved; she was pleased with herself. “What?”

“Don’t play coy,” I said, my voice low and brusque now as I struggled to stop myself from coming. “You know what you’re doing to me.”

“Obviously.”

“Then you have to know how close I am.”

She slowed her stroking. “How about I change the deal?”