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He kicked the door shut behind him, letting her slide gently to her feet. “Good job. You didn’t say ‘fudging.’”

She smoothed her palms against his chest. She might never tire of his rock-solid frame beneath her fingertips. “Why’d we come in here?”

“Because I already know what you’d say,” he said, his gaze raking over her. “Sophie might come back. Too exposed in the living room.” He cupped her face between his warm palms, a smile stretching across his face. “In here, there’s no excuses.”

Chapter 23

A glorious moment of complete and utter contentment washed over her before being replaced with petrification.

“How do I do this?”

Cobra’s smile went halfcocked. The type of smirk that could send her to her knees. And maybe that’s what it was meant to do, for her first timesucking dick.

“First, you get my pants off.” His sable eyes crinkled at the edges.

“Well, duh.” She eyed the mesh workout shorts. She’d been fantasizing about this exact moment longer than she wanted to admit.

He shoved the shorts down, his gaze sparking over her. She could feel him gobbling up her reactions, savoring them like a surprise gourmet dinner. The attention made her feel nervous but empowered. She liked that he was eager forher.But it also inspired adolescent-worthy mortification and second guessing.

Because what if she couldn’t do it? What if he pushed her away, said he’d rather find someone else to do it? All the worst-case scenarios had been crowding the edges of her mind for weeks. Cobra was so experienced. Sure, he’d offered to help her get experience—but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fail so miserably that he’d turn down all future blowjobs.

His cock pressed at the fabric of his briefs, tenting them in a way that she might never forget. Finally, the bulge beneath his pants was becoming real. She licked dry lips, slipping a finger beneath the waistband of his briefs.

He tensed, and then he tore his shirt off. His masculinity rolled off him in waves, and she was drowning in it. She dragged her eyes up to find his gaze. Waiting. Devouring.

“Do I have to get on my knees?”

His nostrils flared. “If you want to.”

She watched him for a moment before lowering herself, knees pressing into the carpet. She tilted her head to look up at him, bringing her mouth to the peak of cock mountain.

He let a low hum, something that she took as a very good sign. Maybe she’d be a natural at this. Maybe he was already halfway to coming.

Only one way to find out. She tugged the waistband of his briefs down, and his cock sprang free. Heavy and long, fatter than she’d ever imagined. As it bobbed, it slapped her on the chin.

She gasped, and Cobra’s guttural laugh ripped through the room.

“Careful, Genny.” His fingers combed through the top of her hair. Shivers skated over her forearms. She stared at it, drinking in the soft, musky scent. Small hairs framed the massive centerpiece. Her mouth parted.

“I didn’t know you could slap someone with it.”

“I can do a lot more than slap you with it,” he countered.

Her cheeks flamed. “Now what?”

“Put your mouth around my cock and have fun.”

She swallowed, looking up at him again. “There’s no actual blowing, right?”

He laughed again, but this time it sounded strained. Maybe so much time with her mouth hovering inches from his penis wasn’t as sexy as she imagined. “Right.”

She nodded, took a deep breath. “I learned that fromA Cowboy’s Revenge.” Then she leaned forward, wrapped her lips around the tip of his penis. Hiscock. It was sexier when he said it, not that she’d said it out loud yet. She sucked hard and then pulled back. A smile waited for her, and something like patience.

“Good. Now do that, like, fifty times.”

“Fifty?” She ran her lips over the veiny head, feeling the strange swells and dips through her mouth. The tip looked more like an army helmet to her. Not at all what she expected. Cobra jolted, a small grunt escaping him. “Who has time for that?”

His laugh came out weak this time. “Somehow, people find the time.”

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