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RHAIM

L ia crouched like an animal on the edge of my bed, braced with one arm, holding my dick with the other, lapping my precum away like my dick was a lollipop—and giving me furtive looks, because she wanted to be sure that I was watching.

I wondered how many other men had used her constant need for approval against her—whereas I was going to use it to drive her to greater heights.

“Do you like sucking dick, Lia?” I asked her, reaching down to pull a lock of hair out of her way, tucking it behind her ear.

My query set her back, and her ass fell to her heels, as she looked over at me, my dick still in her hand. “Not…really?”

That made me rise up on my elbows in surprise. “Huh.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly—then caught herself as I glared at her. “I mean—you wanted me to tell you the truth, right?”

“I did—and I do.”

“Well—I guess the truth is I want to like it? For you. Because,” she started, and then stared off out the window. “When I’ve done it before, it hasn’t always been fun,” she said, in a rush, where I couldn’t see her.

“Look at me,” I demanded, and she turned her head back, but her eyes didn’t meet mine.

It was all too easy to imagine some idiot her own age forcing her to give him head—once I’d dealt with Marcus, I’d have Sable go through the rest of her files, and murder anyone else who’d ever fucked her.

I’d hate to accidentally miss the man.

“C’mere,” I said, reaching up and pulling her down, so that she was curled up against me, her head on my chest. “What are you feelings about handies?”

That made her relax—and laugh.

“What?” I protested. “I mean, I’d fuck you, but I already fear for the state of your poor pussy?—”

“I can use my hand. No problem,” she said, reaching down—I caught her wrist before she could grab me though, to bring her palm up to my mouth, and spit on it.

She squealed. “That’s hot. But gross! But hot.”

“Like a lot of things I do. You’ll learn not to question,” I said, then shifted my hips meaningfully.

Her hand was a lot less tentative than her mouth had been. She circled me, stroking up and down, and I sighed, relaxing.

“My turn—what do you like?” she asked.

“Oddly, in this one instance, a little gentleness and civility.”

She bobbed my dick up and down. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Penis,” she said. I laughed, and smacked her ass.

“Do it like you’re exploring,” I said. “Like you’re curious about it.”

“Hmmm.” She let go and ran a fingertip up my dick’s side—it took me a moment to realize she was tracing a vein.

“Yeah. Like that.”

She stroked her beautifully manicured nails down the underbelly of my dick, tracing the seam that all men had, and stopped before she reached my balls.

“You can go lower, if you want,” I said, and so she ran down, this time with her fingertips, touching my sack.

“Why’d you get a vasectomy, Rhaim?” she asked—which fully brought me back to the moment—and not in a good way.

“That’s a very forward question for a first date,” I complained.

“I wanna know.”

I shrugged, because I knew she’d feel it. “I guess…after Isabelle…I didn’t want to take any chances.”

“And you’re so sure you’d never want a baby?” she asked, while nuzzling into my chest.

I wished I could explain. She was probing a sore spot—she was excavating a grave. Not just Isabelle’s, but the one where I’d buried all of my hopes and dreams for years now, dulling my mind with complicated math and expensive whiskey.

“I thought so once…and then I realized it hurt a whole hell of a lot less not to want anything,” I said, and then reached down to find her hand where it’d fallen silent on my flagging erection. “Until now.”

I could feel her thinking against me, the slight flutter of her eyelids as she blinked repeatedly and hard—and realized she was on the verge of crying again when she said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Rhaim.”

“What’d I tell you about I’m sorrys?” I asked her, while pulling her in hard with my arm looped around her body. “I’ll only forgive you if you make me come.”

That made her give a sad snort, but she started stroking me—and I kept my hand on top of hers, so I could show her how hard and how fast I wanted, as blood flew back to meet us.

“Yeah, Lia—just like that,” I said, reaching my other arm around her to grab one of her breasts and pinch a nipple.

And then I said the dumbest fucking thing I’d probably ever uttered aloud.

“Would…you…want…that?”

I felt her freeze, before she rose slightly up to look at me. “Yes.”

She said it without fear or hesitation—like it was a vow—and then she moved back down to where she’d been.

“Lia?” I asked, trying to anticipate what she was doing next—as she held my dick up, placed her beautiful lips upon it, opened them, and basically sucked the whole thing in. “ Fuck— ” I growled, my hips arching up, of their own accord. “Lia—you don’t have to do that.”

She shook her head, as she pulled back off of me. “This is different—I want too—” she said, and engulfed me again, her lips riding my dick all the way down, her throat so totally open the head of my cock could feel its bend.

“Oh—fuck—fuck—fuck—” I said, as she kept going—I reached down and put a hand around her neck and rubbed a thumb against her throat, wondering if I could feel myself inside.

She made a wild sound—and I realized she was laughing, at the same time as she rode up, pulled off, and looked at me, and it was as if I could see her coming into her power.

Whatever it was some other man’s dick had taken away from her—she was conquering mine like Everest to regain it.

“You like that,” she said, and it wasn’t a timid question—it was a command.

A cum-hungry goddess demanding her due.

“I don’t think I could be any fucking harder,” I told her, because it was the truth.

“Good,” she said, taking me in hand, and going right back to sucking.

I groaned beneath her attention. Part of me wanted to savor this moment forever—but the rest of me just needed to fucking come.

In her—in any part of her I could get to.

“Gonna grab your head now,” I said, a moment before I did—just in time to feel her nodding.

“Gonna make you fuck me how I need,” I warned—and any fears I had about triggering her were abated by the way she moaned, how her hips lowered as her knees spread wider, and the raw scent of her sex rising in the air.

“Fuck me,” I said, an exclamation and an imperative, riding her stretched lips, slick tongue and tight throat on and off my dick.

She melted in my hands, her eyes rolled back, and I imagined her like this, only with her hands tied behind her back and one of my collars on, the leash wound around my hand?—

“Fuck, Lia, fuck,” I growled, shoving my hips up as she let me have my way with her mouth, the picture of perfect obedience, far beyond pretending—the kind that was innate, that you couldn’t fucking train—“Fuck— fuck— fuck —” I howled, holding her head down as I thrust up, feeling her moan all around my dick, like she was fucking coming for me.

“Fuck!” I hissed, and started coming, rocking myself into her, sliding fractionally in and out—after that, I couldn’t form words anymore, all I could do was gutturally groan, the feral way she’d taken me making animalistic—and she kept moaning around me, the sounds rising and falling with her breaths, both letting me know she was breathing, that my dick wasn’t squeezing all the air out of her throat, but also that she was horribly turned on.

My hips stuttered as the last of my load left me, and I let go of her, only to watch her slowly rise up and stare at me, her half-dried hair wild, her lips swollen from my kisses and my cock. She looked like a woman possessed and I realized she had been— for some strange reason —with love.

For me.

“Get up here and put your pussy on my face,” I said, pointing to where I wanted her to sit.

Her attitude changed at once, her jaw dropping, regaining timidity. “Rhaim!”

“You just sucked me like a Dyson—get your pussy up here for me,” I said, this time snapping my fingers for speed.

“But—I already put a tampon back in Rhaim—” she said, wincing.

“Ohhh, I see your confusion now—I told you I was through with your cunt,” I teased, giving her a wild grin. “So come and put your clitoris on my tongue.”

She caught on, and she laughed. “You’re insane. You know that, right?”

I tried to give her a look that said I’d just told my best friend’s twenty-three-year-old—and twenty years younger than me—daughter I wanted to put a baby in her.

“Yeah. I fuckin’ know,” I said, reaching down to start hauling her up. “And I’m also kind of post-nut lazy—which is why I’m gonna lay right here, while you ride me.”

She came with as my hands pulled and laughed while straddling my face with her knees—and bunning her long hair up with an air of practicality.

“You know what they say when you steal a car, right?” I asked her, as I grabbed hold of her hips and settled her. She shook her head looking down at me—and I reached up to cup one of her perfect breasts and roll its nipple. “Drive it like you stole it.”

She laughed again at that. “Your tongue’s not a car, Rhaim.”

I licked up her slit, then sucked at her clit a moment before answering. “But maybe for the next fifteen minutes, it could be.”