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“Can you do me a favor, gorgeous?”

“A favor?” she asks timidly.

I nod. “I need you to take my pants down for me. I’m just so goddamn hard for you right now that it’s actually hurting me.”

Luna’s lips part just so gently in response, and her eyes narrow and flash. She tilts her chin down as I twist to the side, giving her full access to my Hermes belt and my fly, which she eagerly goes to work on.

Atta girl.

She may not have much experience in the bedroom, but she’s good with her hands. I don’t have to help her at all, and in seconds she’s pulling my monster out from behind its cage and relieving all that horrible pressure.

Again, she gasps as her eyes fall on my swollen manhood.

“Good God, Brent. How do you even walk with this thing in your pants?”

I laugh. “Well it’s not always this big, babe. That only happens when I’m around you.”

“Oh, stop.” She giggles.

“You think I’m joking?” I ask, tugging her T-shirt up to expose both of her phenomenal breasts. I lean in and let my lips brush against her left nipple, all the while keeping my eyes on hers. “I am not joking.”

I feel like the luckiest man in the world as I watch her back arch in reaction to my kiss. Giving her pleasure; that’s all I’m focused on right now. I want to see what that adorable little face of hers looks like while it’s twisted in orgasmic bliss that I’ve provided.

I move down her stomach with my lips, which clearly tickles just a little bit as she writhes around and moans, causing me to grip her by the hips and steady her.

“Brent…” Her little voice is so adorable and only fires me up even more as it seeps into my ears like drops of warm honey.

But when I reach the hem of her sweatpants, instead of lifting her hips for me to help, she keeps herself planted on the bed.

I glance up at her and see her nibbling nervously on the nail of her index finger.

“What’s the matter?” I smile. “Nervous?”

“I’ve never had anybody…” She nods down, indicating between her legs. “You know.”

Now I’m really soaring. My desire is about to explode like a bomb, and I’m seconds away from spreading her legs and sliding my pounding erection into that beautiful, dripping slit just inches away from me.

But I want to give this to her. And she deserves it. So I just smile back at her in the most reassuring way possible and place a comforting hand on her stomach.

“Don’t be nervous,” I tell her. “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. And you’re going to love this.”

“I am?”

“Oh, yeah.” I smile. “And I’m going to love giving it to you. So please let me, Luna?”

I turn my smile into a somehow impossible mix of innocence and impishness that causes her cheeks to blossom with red. She doesn’t even have to nod or answer. Her reply is simply tilting her hips up and allowing me to pull her pants down to her ankles.

I grasp the inside of her thighs and spread her legs, revealing her precious little flower, wet like it’s gleaming with the morning’s dew.

My mouth moves hungrily toward it. The thought of me being the first man to give her this experience lies heavily in my mind as I extend my tongue toward her tiny, shining slit. I keep my eyes focused on her as I press it against her hole and drag it slowly upward–up, up, up toward that little button that I know is the secret to everything. The spot that will drive her absolutely wild.

Before I even reach it, Luna cries out, and with one hand grasps the sheets and with the other, covers her mouth, stifling the sounds she makes as I continue upward.

I wish that I could talk dirty to her right now, but my mouth is otherwise occupied.

Her juices are warm and sweet on my tongue and spill onto my lips as I move up before finally reaching her button. I apply pressure, which causes her to buck, forcing me to grip her thighs hard with both hands to keep her steady.

Easy, girl. Easy. We’re not even there yet.

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