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It’s rough, but not to the point it’s painful. His cock slips from my mouth, and I lift my hand to wipe away the saliva.

“Your turn,” he growls, lifting me up. He throws me down on the bed, and I go to shuffle back, but he grabs my thighs, roughly dragging me until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the mattress.

“What…” I stutter.

There’s a gleam in his eye, a dark promise. He spreads my thighs. “It’s my turn to taste.”

I arch an eyebrow. “I’d rather you were inside of me.”

He grins. “You’ll have me. But I want to taste you first.”

I’ve never been a fan of a man going down on me. Most guys don’t know how to pleasure a woman. They treat our clits like a button on a game controller. And don’t even get me started on them not licking the right spot. It’s disappointing and annoying.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” I tell him. “It would be such a let-down if you don’t know what—”

He drags me further down the bed until my arse is hanging over the edge. He kneels, cupping my arse, and my breath catches in my throat as his lips close around my clit. Not my vagina lips, not my piss hole, or the flesh above my bladder.

My clit.

And my god, he feasts.

I drop my head back, moaning. He’s stretching my thighs open, and the vulnerable position only heightens my arousal. I’m literally wide open for him.

“Oh God,” I cry when he sucks and flicks his tongue across the tight little bud.

I reach down, my fingers gripping his hair as he fucks me with his tongue. His fingers slide through my folds, and I arch as he inserts a finger, then two, pumping them in and out until I feel my wetness dripping between my crack.

When he pulls back, I protest. “What are you doing?”

He grins, wiping his mouth against my inner thigh. I should be grossed out, but the move is kind of hot. “I want you to come around my cock. I’ll make you come with my mouth later.”

“I’d rather come over your mouth first,” I protest.

He chuckles, getting back to his feet. “So you don’t want my cock?”

I tilt my head to the side as he pumps his cock with his fist. “I didn’t say that. But you were doing such a good job.”

He grins wider and positions his cock at my entrance. “I’ll fuck an orgasm out of you,” he promises.

“But why stop a good thing?” I complain. “You—” I cry out when he shoves himself inside me without warning. There’s a slight sting as I stretch around him. “Fuck me.”

He pushes my knee to my chest, his fingers biting into my thigh. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So wet.”

His jaw clenches as he draws back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. When he slams back inside of me, my entire body lights up, my clit pulsing with the promise of an orgasm.

Sex has always fascinated me. You’re either good at it or you aren’t. And since most of my bed partners didn’t particularly care if they were good or not, I made it my mission to make sureIwas. The lad I lost my virginity to was a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am kind of guy. I only managed to get off whilst we were kissing and I was dry humping his cock. With Danny, no matter how much I tried to experiment with new things, he wanted to keep it vanilla. There was never any passion. Not really.

My last hook up was two weeks spent meeting up for a quickie. Although he never set my body alight or made me come,he did like to try new things, giving me a chance to learn what I liked and what I didn’t. I also learned what he liked and what he didn’t.

It was not like this.

He didn’t take control of my body the way Mark has. He never made my stomach flutter or my clit pulse from his charming words.

He never fucked me like he was punishing me.

This is new.

Different.

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