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"All this is very nice," I say, waving my hand in front of his body. "But what I like most about you, Rocky, is up here." I place my palms against his temples.

An expression forms on his face that I can't read.

Surprise? Disbelief?

Not wanting to get sidetracked for too long, I swing the conversation back around to sex.

"Don't worry," I murmur, pressing a kiss against the front of his shoulder because I've never seen a front of a shoulder so big and muscular in my life. I tap his bulge a few times. "I'm still going to slobber all over this bad boy like a good little slut for you."

He grabs me by my waist and lifts me up, bringing his lips to mine as he walks us back to the bed. His bulge taps against my ass, and I grind down on it. Any last remaining semblance of professionalism flies out the window as my dormant inner slut wakes up from his way-too-long slumber.

"Thank you for saying that," he says softly, laying me down on my back.

"The bit about being a good little slut?" I deadpan, knowing full well that's not what he means.

"Yeah. That bit," he quips right back.

There's a softness in his eyes as he looks at me, almost as if he's trying to figure me out. It's a little too intense, so I lift onto my toes and crash my lips into his.

After another wild make-out session, I tug at the waistband of his briefs. "Permission to take these off?"

A smile lights up his eyes. "Permission granted."

I wriggle out from under him, and he flips onto his back. I peel the undies down his thighs and plant a trail of kisses down his legs as I slide them all the way down to his feet. It's like kissing a smooth wall of muscle.

With his underwear off and Rocky fully naked, I lick one long, continuous stripe back up his body, starting at the top of his foot, up his shin, over his knee, and along the inside of his right thigh.

He emits a low grumble when I reach his balls, gently flicking them with the tip of my tongue. I curl my fingers around the base of his thick cock and draw it down toward my mouth. Before I put it in, I lock eyes with him.

The playfulness from moments ago is gone, and he's staring at me so intensely, it's like he can see straight into my soul.

I give his dick a firm squeeze and smirk up at him. "Think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this thing."

"Oh yeah?" he growls.

My other hand is resting on his massive quad, his muscles tense under my touch. He's worried, and I suspect I know about what.

I lower down, my lips less than an inch from his cockhead. I remove my hand, loosen my jaw, relax the back of my throat, and in one slow, smooth motion, I take him into my mouth, inch by inch by inch until my nose connects with his pubic bone. With just as much control, I pull back until his cock is entirely out of my mouth.

I lick my lips. "There. You can relax now. I'm fine. I can handle you, big boy."

"O-okay." He opens his mouth, but nothing other than a rough whimper comes out.

"Going to need you to find your words." I peer at him and smile sweetly as a dazed flicker crosses his face. "I want you to talk dirty to me, Rocky."

11

Rocky

Just when I thought this evening couldn't get any better, Decker plops my dick out of his sweet mouth—after taking it all the way to the base on his first go!—bats those baby blues at me, and comes out withthat.

My brain is short-circuiting, but a voice from somewhere deeper cuts through the haze and makes its way out my mouth. "You said you'd slobber over it," I growl, my eyes traveling to his slender fingers wrapped around my girthy base.

His eyes twinkle like a field of stars. "I did."

"Did you mean it?"

He nods.