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Without answering him, I surprise myself when I suddenly grab his hand and lead the way to my room. There’s no way I’m going to do this in the kitchen where Willow could wake up at any moment.

Closing and locking the door, I sink quietly to the floor, soft carpet cushioning my knees. My fingers shake as I slowly unbutton and unzip his jeans, without saying another word. He wants me to do something spontaneous. I hope he likes what I’m about to do, because he’s the first man I would willingly do this for.

“You don’t have to do this,” Ky groans.

“You asked me if I ever did anything spontaneous before. Well, there’s a first time for everything,” I reply. Wanting to feel his cock in my mouth more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.

I slowly withdraw his long, hard cock from the confines of his underwear, trying not to show just how nervous I was about doing this.

“What are you doing, baby?” he growls, and I look up at him, licking my dry lips.

“If you need to ask me that, I’m not doing it right,” I say before I lean forward, my mouth

enveloping the hard but satiny soft skin as I suck him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck! Pretty girl, your mouth is magic.” He groans aloud, carefully relieving my hair of its elastic band, he takes the strands in his fist, guiding my mouth up and down his ever-hardening cock.

My eyes water and my jaw hurts, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I want to see him come apart for me.

“That’s it, sweetness. Take me deeper,” he hisses, watching me as though transfixed. Then, when I think I can’t take anymore, he’s pulling me off his cock, and picks me up off the floor.

“As much as I want to come down your throat, I much prefer this first time to come in that hot, wet cunt of yours that I know is going to strangle my cock. And I can’t fucking wait,” he says.

His purposeful strides take him to the bed, where he places me gently down on the mattress. His words ignite something within me, and I turn almost feral, helping him shed both his clothes and mine, tossing them around the room until I’m the only one completely naked. And he’s standing there in his jeans. Unbuttoned and unzipped.

There was no time to feel embarrassed as he spreads my legs apart, his eyes staring down at my pussy.

“Already so wet for me,” he says, almost to himself, before leaning forward and with the feel of his tongue on me for the first time, I almost jump out of my skin. I felt a strange tinglingsensation, unlike anything I'd felt before, spreading through my limbs.

Without another word, he almost impatiently takes over removing his own jeans, shucking them off, and standing there naked save for a pair of black boxer briefs. Which did little to hide just how much he wanted me. But I still can’t help the uncertainty shining from my eyes.

What happens in the cold light of day when I’ve finally woken up to myself and he’s sober? Do we go back to being strangers? Or are we together? Being rejected is something that I’ve become accustomed to in my life. The sting of my father's rejection was unbearable, a wound that had festered until now, the most agonizing experience of my life. But if Ky rejects me, it will break my heart and leave me utterly destroyed.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, keeping my head towards him so that I cannot look away, his molten chocolate brown eyes holding me captive.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I debate whether to tell him the truth. If I do, he’s going to stop this in its tracks, and probably run a mile from me. Why would he want me when he had all those women at the club waiting for him? Yes, I've learned about the goings on in club life from the ol’ladies. Obviously not everything, but enough to know that I would never be enough for a man like Ky.

“Nothing, I don’t want you to stop…” My words fall away, and I almost groan at the truth of what I just uttered as my chest constricts.

“Good. Because, sweetness, I don’t plan on stopping,” he growls, his eyes never leaving mine as his mouth and tongue on my clit brings me to an orgasm so strong, I thought I’d never stop shaking from it.

Getting to his feet, I can see the lower part of his face and his beard is glistening from my essence, and I can’t seem to take myeyes off it, until he swoops in and takes my lips with his, in a kiss that to me spoke volumes. I could taste myself on him, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever done with another human being.

The experiences I had with Angelo had left me feeling dirty and ashamed, even though none of it was my fault since he had forced himself on me.

But being with Ky was on another level.

I was so into what he was doing to me; my eyes round when he finally stands naked in front of me. His cock, long and thick, and pointing straight at me like a beacon.

He pushes me down onto the bed, falling forward onto me, but stops short from colliding with my body, his fists on either side of my head, his eyes looking deep into mine.

A tight lump forms in my throat, my eyes welling with unshed tears as his lips, almost reverently, brush against mine, igniting a passion I've never known before; the kiss both tender and fierce. His eyes remain fixed on me as he quickly removes his boots and socks, leaving him standing barefoot and naked.

“Something to say, pretty girl?”

Words catch in my throat, a silent shake of my head, my only response. He stands there, staring at me for a few long seconds, and I think he can read my mind. The sudden uncertainty in his eyes makes me second guess this whole thing, and I feel the weight of rejection come over me.

Unable to stand the silence any longer, I scramble to get off the bed and walk past him, but he grabs my hand, pulling me flush against him. It’s a movement born out of possessiveness like I’ve never experienced before, and it makes me nervous. But all he does is show me those pearly whites in a lop-sided grin.

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