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He moved closer and hovered his large body over mine, making me lie back down, my eyes focused on his comforting ones.

“Is that so?” he pushed, his hands fisted at my sides, blocking me in.

Not that I’d want to go anywhere. For the first time in my life, I could honestly say that I was exactly where I wanted to be.

The clock would strike midnight, but a girl had to have some fun before then, right? Could you blame me? A man like Red deserved to be taken care of, and I knew exactly how to do that.

My gaze firm on his, I wedged my hand between us and stroked his erection through his pants. “This needs to be dealt with, and I’m not dry fucking again if that’s what you were thinking,” I said, my hand stroking him faster.

“Keep stroking me like that, and I might come in my pants again,” he croaked.

Taking back the control, he pulled on the bottom of my shirt and brought it up.

I helped him, ducking my head so he could reveal my breasts.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, so they had his attention and shook as he jolted my body, quickly pulling my shirt off over my head and disposing of it on the floor.

Good riddance. I imagined if I was with a man like Red for real, I would never want to be dressed.

I’d walk around the house naked twenty-four seven.

It would drive him up a wall, of course, and we’d end up having mad sex, our raging hormones bouncing off the walls.

Now that was a relationship I could get on board with.

Matching him move for move, I reached for the hem of his muscle tank, but then caught sight of his eyes penetrating me, practically boring a hole right through me. He was watching, watching me strip him, watching me take what I wanted, unapologetically watching me.

I’d been forthcoming. I was a force to be reckoned with in the bedroom, but I liked a man who could take charge, commanding me to do something and willing me to listen because it wasn’t an easy task.

Remember, I wasn’t the best listener. I’d never been with a man yet who could do that and make it look as easy as stealing candy from a toddler.

I wasn’t going to change who I was for Red.

If he wanted to be on top, he’d have to keep up.

Metaphorically speaking, of course, because in the bedroom, I was always the one on top.

Riding a man’s cock was the best form of exercise.

Bikes were the old-fashioned way of getting cardio.

Keep up with the times, that was what I said.

Sex was the real way to stay alive. . . and feel alive.

“You change your mind, Jade?” Red asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice that made me want to kiss him again. I wouldn’t do that, though.

No, I had a better idea.

I turned my lips up, and I didn’t need a mirror to know it was in a devious manner. I knew exactly what I was doing. “Not a chance.” Then, without further notice, I gripped his tank tightly with both hands and pulled, tearing it down the middle, the sharp sound of fabric shredding filling the air.

He didn’t even flinch, but my stomach bottomed out as I took in, arguably, the most spectacular view.

His physique was sinfully hot.

Broad chest.

Rippling muscles.

And then there was the V.

His sweatpants were hung low once again, showing off how his waist tapered into the most chiseled hips I’d ever laid my eyes on.

“Take off your pants,” he demanded, his voice stern, making my heart thump in my chest and a steady beat start in my pussy.

I did as he asked, never once peeling my eyes away from him.

He got off the bed and made a show of placing his thumbs in the waistband of his pants. “You ready?”

To see his dick? Yeah. Was there something I had to do to prepare?

What was it, an iron dick? One made of fourteen-carat gold?

I highly doubted it, so let’s see the damn thing already.

I angled my head, giving him a hard time.

“Not going to lie, I’ve waited so long to see it that I’m not sure it’s going to live up to the expectations I’ve made up for it in my head. ”

Only smirking, he pulled down his sweatpants and stepped out of them, kicking them away from the foot of the bed in a hurry.

Okay. I was wrong.

Don’t go publicizing that or anything because I really didn’t like to make a habit of admitting I was wrong.

That and apologizing were two of the worst mortal sins, in my opinion.

I mean, geez, have a backbone. Don’t go apologizing every ten seconds.

What a waste of oxygen and time. Say something and mean it, that was my motto.

But this was an exception.

A very big exception.

“Cat got your tongue?” he questioned, his smirk turning cockier by the second. Was that a pun? I didn’t even know, but I sure as hell didn’t intend for it to be.

I could barely function at the moment, my brain quite frankly short circuiting.

I’d go on record with this one. Ready for it?

Red’s was the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

Men everywhere should have feared this very moment. These were the moments that ruined women for other men, right?

How could I ever go back to a decently sized dick?

It’d be like sitting at the grown-ups’ table and then being relegated back to the kids’ table. It wasn’t possible. It was. . . it was. . . wrong.

His erection was massive, and his cock wasn’t just long, it was thick.

Like how-in-the-world-is-that-supposed-to-fit-into-my-vagina thick.

You know, without splitting me in two. Sorry, it was the only thought flashing through my mind.

Well, that, and how lucky I was because all I wanted to do was take it for a test drive. Was I sick?

It had a bulging vein that ran down the side and—

There went all ability to function again because he took it in his hand and gave it a tug. Not a delicate one, either. A hard, rough tug.

“Your cock is a work of art. It belongs in a museum.” Was I drooling? I hoped not but wouldn’t have been surprised if I was.

“Thanks.” His smile was full of pride.

I broke eye contact, my eyes threatening to water from how hyper-fixated I had been. Moving on, I fingered the lace on the waist of my panties. “Doesn’t change the fact that there’s definitely something wrong with it.”

He cocked a brow, continuing to tug on it. “Don’t even bother pulling that bullshit with me. You’ve got nothing, and you know it.”

“Nothing?” I spat out. “There is such a thing as too large.”

“Never heard of it,” he replied, shrugging. “Especially from any of the women I’ve been with.”

“Maybe they didn’t want to hurt your fragile ego.”

“If it’s abnormal, why do you keep staring at it?”

“Fascinated by how large it is.”

“You want this inside you,” he started talking dirty.

My heart skipped a beat, and my panties grew wet, my body wanting this, him, so badly I could beg for it. Not that I would have. I didn’t do that.

The hunger in his expression couldn’t be ignored as he crawled back on the bed and stopped at my panties. “Admit it, Jade. You want to know what it would feel like if I buried my cock deep inside you.”

I swallowed hard, the urge to scream yes very strong. “Yes.” I didn’t scream it, though. I whispered it. There was a difference, and that was what I was sticking to.

“You want me to come inside that sweet pussy of yours, too? You want to know what it feels like to be full?”

I nodded. “You going to get on with it, then?” I snapped.

A deep roar of laughter echoed in the room. “We’ll get there, but now it’s my turn.”

I opened my mouth to say heaven knew what, and the next thing I knew that familiar sound of fabric being torn apart was back. Only this time, it was quickly replaced by the sound of him French kissing my pussy. I committed to memory the methodical sound of sucking and my wetness as he lapped it up.

Flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue made an unbidden noise escape me. With my arms to my sides, I balled up the sheets with my hands, curling them into fists as he didn’t stop.

I didn’t want him to. Not ever.

I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but it didn’t feel like it usually had. It felt different.

For one, if I was a teacher he would have gotten an A-minus. That was the highest grade I would have ever thought to have given a performance from a man in the bedroom.

It would have been an A-plus if he would have stimulated me in multiple ways. You know, like had he—

“Oh, God,” I moaned loudly enough for the neighbors to hear us. Loudly enough for the whole darn floor to hear us.

I couldn’t be blamed, though. He was relentless, his tongue sucking, biting, licking, nipping, and lapping up every last drop I had. However, he was an overachiever.

So, he didn’t stop there.

Red traced a hand up my stomach and flirted with my underboob, tickling the skin until he went in for the attack and found my nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger methodically until the soft gesture turned intense, and he pinched it. Hard.

I threw my head back, and the pinching turned to tugging. Hard.

“It’s attached,” I cried, but when he relented, I only gripped his hand, signaling that I didn’t really want him to stop.

The good student he was, he resumed his efforts.

And there he went going from A-minus to A-plus. I felt like I was floating on a euphoric cloud. He was getting it because he deserved it.

Now this shit I had somewhat of a checklist for, and he’d checked it all off.

Experienced? I wasn’t doubting that for a single second. He needed to hold a seminar for virgin boys on how to please women. Colleges really should teach things like this. It could be an extracurricular or some crap.

Dominant? I was putty in this man’s hands. I would have crawled to him if I had to just to get this man to worship me over and over again.

A good student who wanted to learn about my body and what made me tick? Mastered this. Moving on.

Give me at least two orgasms? We were getting pretty close to the first one, and knowing how big he was, I wasn’t too concerned about having to fake an orgasm.

Filthy mouth? I’d already heard a lot of stuff I liked, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good part.

Oh, sweet heaven. Was Red the perfect man for me? Sexually—one hundred percent.

Forcing my eyes to stay open because I wanted to watch this incredible specimen of a man as he gave me what I could already tell was going to be one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life was no easy feat.

Did I do it? Absolutely. And with goddamn pleasure because I allowed my eyes to travel down and was met with his cock, not that I could have ever missed it, leaking at the tip.

“I can feel your body clenching. Are you going to come?”

He pushed his tongue deep inside, curling the tip in a way that had my mind growing fuzzy. Next thing I knew I was convulsing around him and digging my nails into the sheets, my fingers practically shaking with the intensity of my grip.

This orgasm slammed into me, and it felt like I was caught in the ocean during a tsunami, current after current hitting and pulling me farther under just as I thought I was going to make it to the surface.