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Oh God, should it feel like this?

I was fairly certain oral sex was meant to stimulate whoever was being treated to that sort of play. Like he did for me last night at the bar.

I never dreamed having him feed his cock to me could be so damn stimulating for me. My pussy clenched, begging to be filled, and I hummed in appreciation of his smooth texture and musky male flavor right before I gagged on the sheer size of him.

“Fuck. Yes. You look so goddamn good choking on my cock. Now try again,” he groaned, allowing me up for air.

I nodded, swallowing once before opening my lips around his head.

“Relax, Baby. Relax and let me in.”

I wanted to. I really did. He was so big, but still, I was desperate to try to get as much of him in my mouth as I could.

I tilted my head, trying to recall all the things I’d read about doing this, and willed my throat to relax.

He slid deeper, rewarding me with more praises and moans.

Up and down. I worked him as far as I could, trying my best to swallow that girthy cock of his.

Proud of myself for the effort I put in, I could not believe I was so turned on by sucking his dick. It felt like I was going to come without any clitoral stimulation at all.

“So good, Baby. Stop now. Stop, or I’ll come in your mouth, and I wanna come in that sweet pussy.”

I stopped, moaning at the loss of his delicious dick. But it was for a good reason.

Tommy wanted to come in my pussy, and I wanted that, too.

I wanted that very much.

There was just one little thing I needed him to do for me.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN-TOMMY

“W-Will you take the mask off?” she asked, her velvet doe eyes freezing me in place.

“Yeah?”

She nodded and warmth filled me until I felt like I was burning from the inside out.

This was what I wanted, too. To have her without costumes, disguises, or pretense.

Just me and her.

Face to face.

Camryn was still on her knees, and I was sitting there with my dick out and my pants bunched beneath my balls.

I stood up, forcing her to move back. I offered her my hand, and she took it, which was like a balm to my soul.

Hell, I didn’t even realize it was bruised.

“Where’s your room?” I asked.

“This way,” she said, and lead me to her bedroom.

It was done in pale grays and soft pinks. Soft. Pretty. Like her.

There were still boxes everywhere, so I knew her move was recent. Which was good. Because I didn’t want her there for long. I wanted her with me.

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