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I was completely and utterly at his mercy.

Mitchell held all that I was in the palm of his hand.

I breathed a sigh of relief as he slowly unzipped my pants. Lifting my hips to help him, I let go of the remaining threads of my old self, letting my jeans fall to the ground.

Mitchell gently tugged at the waistband of my underwear, sliding them down just enough to expose me. The minute my cock was free, it was a relief. No more pain as I strained against constricting fabric.

“Fuck,” Mitchell cursed, but it wasn’t dark and seductive like before.

It was awe-struck.

It waslovely.

“You are fucking beautiful,” he murmured, the edge of his fingertips brushing against my balls, sliding slowly, achingly slow, against my shaft.

I whimpered in defeat as he closed his hand around my cock.

Mitchell settled next to me, sliding his arm behind me, shifting my body on its side, bringing me closer. I stared at him, shirtless, his dark eyes full of something softer than the lust I felt was consuming me.

His dark hair fell in his eyes, his lips still swollen from kissing me, and he was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

And he was slowly, torturously rubbing my cock, and it felt... good.

Better than good, actually.

He kissed me slowly, distracting me from my euphoria for the moment as he slid his tongue in my mouth, and instinctively, I bucked my hips against his hand.

His palm was warm. But his mouth was warmer, and at that moment, I knew exactly what I wanted, and for the first time, I didn’t feel awkward, at all. Ifelt invigorated.

“Mitch,” I tried to speak, my linguistics all off-kilter. All I could do was breathe, all my attention pulled to the sensation of his touch as he stroked me, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge as his fingers spread my precum over my shaft like it was freaking lube.

God that feels amazing.

“Yes, baby?” he purred into my mouth, his voice dark, sexy, and absolutely perfect.

He just called me baby.

I think I really might die.

“What does my Cream Puff want, hmm?”

“ Please... “ I cried. I was so close. I needed to feel his mouth, his tongue on me.

“I like you like this. All needy, and responsive.”

A tortured groan escaped me as I thrust myself in his hands, using my own to slide my fingers into his messy, dark hair, to run my fingertips over his rough facial hair, down through the coarse hair on his chest. I let my fingers slide through it, gripping it and committing the touch to memory.

Ilikedhow it felt beneath my fingertips.

“Mitch...” I moaned as his mouth accosted mine again. In that kiss, I knew I could do anything.

Mitchell had given me so much already, and I knew all I had to do was ask.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feelguiltyabout asking for what I wanted. This was it, the final straw, and knowing that made me feel braver, actually.

So, I didn’t think twice about what I said next.

“I want you to suck my cock,” I breathed, my entire body heating like a flame.

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