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B oyd

I’m intoxicated by her delicious nectar, and I can’t get enough.

I’ve never felt this hungry. This ravenous .

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom and saw her standing there with that needy look in her eyes, I knew I was trapped. Enthralled. Unable to do anything but kiss the fucking lips I’ve been thinking about since Massimo’s wedding.

Maybe that’s why I was so resistant when the boss told me to look after her for a few days. Because she’s been on my mind. Toying with my thoughts. Lingering there, between her visits to Las Vegas.

And every time she came back, I noticed.

Every time I saw her counting cards in the casino.

Close enough to hear her lovely laugh with each winning hand.

Every time I stared a drunk guy down because he got too close to her.

That night the stare didn’t work, and I had to gently escort some asshole outside, while she was oblivious to the entire exchange.

I’ve been looking after her longer than she realizes. Protecting her. Letting her get tangled around a part of me I didn’t want to expose again.

My anger earlier wasn’t entirely about her, but it was a lot more about her than I admitted. Because I failed. I made her my job, even when she wasn’t, and I didn’t do it well.

That’ll never happen again. Nobody will touch her except me. Ever. This isn’t a one-night stand, where I claim her innocence and forget all about her. This isn’t a moment of comfort in a lonely storm. This is what I want—what I need.

And I’m not going to fight it anymore.

“Boyd… Boyd, please…” Sarah whimpers, her weak arms pushing against me.

She’s spent. I’ve claimed every orgasm I can with my tongue. But I’m far from finished.

I raise my head and watch her shuddering breathing while her essence runs down my chin and drips onto the mattress. I release my grip on her thighs, feeling the tension leave her body.

“Had enough?” I tease.

“Y-yes,” she whispers, gasping for air. “That was… fucking incredible. But there’s nothing left.”

“Oh, there’s plenty left, Sarah,” I say in a low voice, dragging a hand through my beard and inhaling her scent.

I lean forward and stare into her eyes. Her words say there’s nothing left, but the flicker behind her exhausted gaze tells the real story. She knows we’re not done. She doesn’t want us to be done.

“I’ll give you a choice,” I say, dragging a finger across her lips. “You can have me here…” My other hand cups her pussy and I give it a gentle slap that makes her jolt. “Here…” My finger slides through her slickness and between her cheeks. I keep going until I feel her puckered hole. “Or here.”

“Not there!” Sarah squeaks.

“You choose first. I’ll choose second.” I lean forward even more, my face inches from hers. “And you’ll beg for the third.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers, tensing a little.

“You’re going to be mine in every way,” I growl. “I warned you. Now choose.”

I don’t know what it is about Sarah that captivates me, but I’m woven in her web. Her lovely laugh. The way her breath quickens right before the moment of ultimate bliss. Her pretty blue eyes. The flickers that say so much, even when her lips don’t.

But they have to say something now.

“My mouth,” she whispers and my dick throbs in my pants.

A smart choice. It leaves the next one to me, but it gives her time to recover after being ravaged by my tongue.

Her blue gaze darts to my crotch for a moment and she swallows hard.

She felt me earlier when I spanked her. I didn’t try to hide what her punishment was doing to me.

That means she already has an idea of what she’s getting into.

I shift myself on the bed and lie back against the pillow. Sarah doesn’t move, but her hand traces my leg. After a few moments pass, I look down at her expectantly.

“What are you waiting for?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Oh, I thought you were… taking a break before you shoved it in,” she murmurs, pushing herself up.

“Not the first time,” I chuckle. “But I’m not a patient man, so don’t keep me waiting unless you want me to turn your ass red… again.”

“No,” she whispers, but when her gaze meets mine, I see a grin teasing the edge of her lips.

Sarah’s fingers move up my legs. Her touch is timid and hesitant. She’s mentally preparing herself for something she’s never had before. Her tongue slides across her lips and it makes my dick twitch.

The color returns to her cheeks, and excitement radiates in her eyes.

She’s happy with her choice, even though she’s timid.

I get more comfortable on the bed and relax everything except for my cock.

It’s pushing against my pants so hard it feels like the fabric around the zipper will rip at any second.

“Fuck,” I groan, when her nails finally drag across my balls and tease my shaft.

“So, this is why they call you Big Boyd?” she laughs, biting her bottom lip and fumbling with my belt.

“Might be the only time I like hearing it,” I growl. “I’ll give you a pass this time, little Sarah.”

“I still don’t like that,” she pouts playfully, but the grin doesn’t leave her face.

“Then put my big fat dick in your mouth and show me that you’re not a little girl,” I murmur, grinding myself into her hand.

She’s far from a little girl, but I like teasing her. Like the way she reacts to it.

I’m going to open her eyes so wide they may never close again. I’ve already started making her mine in every way, and this is the next step. Those soft, pouty lips are going to be stretched around my cock until a moan won’t even be able to escape her warm, wet mouth.

Sarah unfastens my belt, then unbuttons my pants and tugs at the zipper. She leaves my boxers in place and tented with my erection while she slides my pants down my legs.

She gets into it a little more, seemingly recovered from the exhaustion of her endless climaxes. Instead of crawling between my legs, she rubs her body against me on the way back up my massive frame. My breath gets caught in my throat when she reaches for my boxers and her nails graze my skin.

“You’ll never call me a little girl again after tonight,” she mewls, pulling my boxers down so fast my eyes widen.

“We’ll see about that,” I say, swatting her ass hard enough to make her jump.

“Ow! That’s still sore!” she protests, rubbing the spot I slapped.

“I know,” I chuckle. “And you’re going to get more of that before I’m done with you tonight.”

“Why?” she whines. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Because I want to, even if I don’t turn your ass red like I had to when I punished you,” I say, slapping below the spot she’s rubbing. “And because you got so fucking wet when I spanked you earlier that you left a stain on my pants.”

“You noticed that?” she whimpers, pushing her ass against my hand.

“Made my fucking day.” I squeeze her ass until she tugs at my boxers again. “Until I got to taste where it came from.”

Sarah’s attention is drawn to my dick as soon as she exposes it. A hunger flickers in her eyes, but she’s still timid. My scars might have something to do with that. Her fingers meet the hard flesh, and I groan from the contact. It’s been so damn long that even that feels incredible.

She wraps her hand around what she can and begins stroking. My body tenses up. Her hand glides to my balls for a gentle caress, then her fingers trail their way back up my shaft. I moan when she touches the sensitive head.

Her lips press down on my thigh, and she kisses her way higher while her hand moves along my cock. Her hesitant tongue touches the skin near my balls, but she dances around, leaving my heavy sack dry and disappointed.

“Stop teasing me,” I mutter, slapping her ass again.

“It’s my first time doing this,” she giggles nervously. “I’m still trying to figure out how I’m going to fit it in my mouth.”

“By opening it,” I growl. “If you can solve murders, you can figure out how to suck a cock.”

“I wouldn’t say I solve them,” she laughs, the lovely sound making me give her a reprieve, rather than laying into her ass with the palm of my hand. “I just talk about them.”

“No more talking,” I urge, nudging my hardness toward her lips. “Otherwise, I really am going to spank you.”

“Mm,” she purrs, grinning before her tongue pushes past her lips and touches the swollen head.

A drop of pre-cum leaks out as soon as I feel her taste buds.

She drags her tongue through it, teasing the hole that is going to erupt like a geyser in her mouth.

I groan and exhale sharply, my body tensing up.

The tension gets tighter when her tongue swirls around my girth and leaves the head of my cock wet with her saliva.

Sarah makes eye contact with me as she opens her mouth, and I release all the tension out of my frame with a gasp when I sink past her pouty pink lips. Her lip gloss smears and some saliva dribbles down my shaft until her stretched lips form a perfect seal.

“Oh, god, that feels good,” I mutter.

Sarah groans in response and takes me deeper.

She bobs on the first few inches, every movement up and down my thickness sending tremors of pleasure through my body.

I force it a little further each time she’s brave enough to try to fit more of me into her mouth, and her first gag is like music to my ears.

Her gentle suckling feels incredible, but I want more. So much more.

“Open your throat for me,” I rasp, pushing against the tight ring of resistance. “Take me all the way in.”

I could get rough and force it, but that might be too much for her first time.

Some wouldn’t be this gentle, even if she’s never had a cock in her mouth before.

But her eagerness to please keeps me restrained.

I let her get used to the way I feel in her throat, and once she relaxes, I slip past the ring in the back of her throat.

“That’s a good girl,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

Sarah moans and whimpers around my dick as it invades her throat.

It takes time for her to get a good momentum going, but once she does, the pleasure rushes through my body in waves.

Her lips glide up and down my length. Over and over, until I’m struggling to hold back, but it feels too good to give in.

I want to enjoy her hungry little mouth as long as I possibly can.

And she’s finally comfortable enough for me to get a little rough.

“I’m going to fill your fucking mouth,” I groan, my hand moving to her head, tangling her blonde bob around my fingers. “And you’re going to swallow it, because you’re my good little girl.”

I feel her groan of protest over being called little , but hold her on my cock so she can’t pull away.

“No, no,” I say. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”

I hold her head steady and pump my dick into her mouth. She’s tense for a few thrusts, then she relaxes, and I feel her tongue caressing me every time I go deep. Her gentle, timid suckling is replaced by desperate slurps. She’s trying to make me come now.

But I’m going to make her earn it.

I’m going to fuck her mouth.