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“Holy Mother of God?” he fills in for me. “Impressive, isn’t it?”

Ugh. I hate cocky guys. Why don’t I hate him? “It’s not nice to brag.” But man, he has a cock on him. It’s not the length as much as the girth and the fact that it’s just…pretty. Thick and veiny, with big, heavy balls that probably carry enough cum to drown me. The head is flushed red, his pubes a little longer than I keep mine, which really just makes me want to bury my face in them even more.

Rylan fists his erection, gives it a strong stroke. It’s slick with precum, but when he moves his hand, it makes a pearl form at the tip.

“Hurry up and suck me so I can taste it,” I tell him, but then, because I’m still getting used to teasing and this more dominant vocal thing when I’m having sex, I add, “please.”

He grins, an unexpected spark in his eyes. “So polite,” he praises, and then, eyes firmly on mine, licks me from balls to tip, then takes my dick into the wet heat of his mouth.

I nearly come on the spot, body trembling, balls aching, cock dying to do nothing more than snuggle in this sex god’s throat because yes, I might know his name now, but the guy on his knees for me right now is still a total sex god. I’m trying to understand what the hell he’s doing here with me. The Big Three, a.k.a. the only men I’ve slept with, had nothing on Mr. Muscles and—oh.His mouth moves down to lap at my balls. He buries his face in them, licking and sucking, before making his way back to my cock again.

I look down at him, watch him work miracles with my dick. If there was a Dick Sucking World Game, he would be the champion. My cock isn’t short, but he doesn’t struggle to take me down his throat, swallowing around the head while he bobs up and down like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Okay, now you’re just showing off,” falls out of my mouth.

He pulls back. “Want me to stop?”

“Nope. I want you to drain my balls.”

Rylan groans and dives back onto my dick again like I’m his favorite treat, and all I can focus on is how fucking cool that felt to say.I want you to drain my balls?Who even am I? Definitely not that loser who proposed to a shithead and is the most notorious member of the Jilted Exes’ Club.

His mouth is full of my cock, but he flicks his tongue out and manages to brush it against the root of my erection, which is clearly superhot and reminds me it was a total lie when I said all I could focus on was my words. All I can and want to pay attention to is Rylan the Sex God and—he hums. “Oh God. I’m going to fuck your face. Can I fuck your face? I really, really need to.”

Again, he backs off my cock.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Answering you. Jesus, you’re fucking adorable. And yes. Let me have it. I want what’s in these.” He cups my cum-filled sac, and it takes everything in my power not to shoot all over his pretty face.

I manage to hold back, threading my fingers through his hair that could probably use a bit of a cut, but that’s none of my business. I tighten my hold in the strands, push past his lips. I’m careful not to jab my dick too hard, but I definitely thrust my hips, taking his mouth the way I’ve only ever dreamed about doing to someone…but then, have I dreamed about it? I don’t know. It’s like something about tonight has opened this hidden door inside me I never knew was there, where I hook up with a random stranger and tell him I want to fuck his face while in the office of the bar at the Seattle Rockwell.

I’ve thought it earlier tonight, but I can’t help thinking it again, how fucking freeing this all is.

Rylan takes me like the dick-sucking champ he is. I watch for signs that it’s too much, but all I see is lust in his eyes, his hand on his fat cock that will soon be buried in my throat. It’s that thought, along with the skilled suction of his mouth and the way he’s letting me ride his face like a bull rider, that has my balls drawing up, a kaleidoscope of color exploding in my vision, body floating on nothing but pleasure, jet after jet of cum pulling from my balls and into his mouth.

Rylan swallows it all down enthusiastically, like I have magic-tasting cum, which is a cool thought. Magic cum? I don’t know what this man is doing to me, but tonight is the first day of the new me, the slutty and dominant me, and somehow, I know I picked the perfect person for my introduction.

CHAPTER FIVE

Rylan

Iswirl mytongue around the head of Harry’s cock, then flick his slit, hoping to get any and all remnants of his load. I love how enthusiastic he got at the end—well, the whole time, really, but specifically toward the end—telling me he wanted to fuck my face, pupils blown wide and mouth falling slightly open afterward as if he was shocked the words had come from him. I don’t even know the guy, and honestly, I was blown away and a whole lot turned on too.

“Part of me wants to take a nap…or maybe die…die in a good way. Is that possible? Ignore me. I actually really want to suck your cock.”

“I was going to get my feelings hurt if you didn’t.”

“Stand up,” he says, then grins as if proud of himself.

I can’t help chuckling as I push to my feet.

Harry tries to lead me backward, I assume to the couch, but my joggers are around my knees and I stumble slightly, and then he does too because his pants are around his ankles.

“I didn’t think this through very well,” he admits.

“We can make it work.” I tug off my shoes and my bottoms, then take his hand as he waddles with me, trying to walk right with his pants wrapped around him. “What do you want to do with me now?” I ask. I’m not typically one to take the back seat when I’m having sex. I like to be a little bossy, and I always know what I want, but I can tell this is important to him, want him to be able to explore whatever it is he’s trying to work through tonight. I’m honored to be the one who gets to do it with him.

“Sit down.”

“Yes, sir.”

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