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I knew what I could do. What I did. What I was currently doing with the arousal that was quickly pooling between her thighs. It was the kind of thing that couldn’t be faked. The body’snatural reaction to everything I did to it. Each new sensation I brought to the surface and sent rushing through her like a wave of ecstasy.

It fascinated me. The expressions she made. The way her brows creased, how her eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to decide if she wanted to pry them open or squeeze them shut. The curiosity and confusion. The thrill and euphoria. Like all that build up before the first drop of a roller coaster—the juddering of the cart, the clicking of the tracks and tension of the cables. The fear of the unknown. It was never the same after that. Not after you knew what to expect.

I waited for her to come down from her second external orgasm before I crawled back over her and got into position. The moment my cock slipped through that first ring of muscle, just the tip testing the waters, her arms shot out. Her palms closing over my wrists like a little resistance was enough to stop me. It wasn’t.

My pause had nothing to do with her sudden reluctance, and everything to do with the fact I had no intention of diving all the way into the pool just yet.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“What are you doing?” she gasped, the way her brows creased in the middle giving her an added innocence that made my dick that much harder as I struggled to keep it in check.

Using one arm to support my full weight, I lifted the other, gesturing between us as I gave the girl an unobstructed view of where our bodies were just barely connected. “Need a little sex education, baby girl? The school system really did fail you, huh?” I grunted, because it was difficult to speak when all the blood meant for my brain was rushing downward at a rate that left my IQ significantly lower than usual.

She shook her head from side to side. “No, I mean aren’t you going to use… you know?”

I lifted a questioning brow.Because, no, I didn’t know.

“Protection—”

I barked out a laugh before the ridiculous word had time to fully form in her mouth. “I fuck virgins, sweetheart. Doesn’t get cleaner than that. And if you’re worried about getting knocked up, don’t. I’ve been shooting blanks for the last ten years.”

Getting snipped was one of the best decisions I’d made. It was far easier than forcing a morning-after pill down a chick’s throat and keeping your fingers crossed it stayed there. I had too much to lose to risk being saddled by some teenager who assumed having my bastard would also have her all dolled up in a white dress and strutting down that aisle in my direction.

I didn’t want a wife or a girlfriend. I was already in a long-term relationship with the game I loved so much. And I wasn’t about to mess that up to raise someone’s brat. Even if that brat happened to share some of my DNA.

“And I’m just supposed to take your word for it?” she countered.

“I took yours, didn’t I? When you sat down at my table and stamped a price tag on this sweet little cunt of yours.” I trailed a hand between us, swiping a finger through the juices collecting on her clit before lifting it to my mouth and sucking it clean. “It’s funny that you actually think I’d let anything separate me from slicing through a nice piece of virgin pussy.”

“I needed the money,” she whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear her.

“We all need something, baby girl.” I grinned. “It’s what makes the world go round. Supply and demand, a littletitfor tat.” I moved my hand up and pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger for emphasis. “It’s an exchange of goods. Like you said, you needed the money. And, well, lucky for you, I needed to release the tension of a long day. That’s called fair trade.”

“It’s not a trade when I go home empty-handed.”

I pressed a finger to her lips, just hard enough to exact a twinge of pain as I leaned forward until there was barely a breath separating us. “You’ll go home debt free and fully satisfied. Which far surpasses the terms of our little agreement.”

I was losing my patience now. I didn’t appreciate back-talk. Not when there were far better uses for that smart mouth of hers. I pinched her cheeks together before pushing off the bed and rising to my full height, my cocked primed and at the ready. Just waiting to sink into whatever warm hole was prepared to take it. There were different types of virginity after all. Pussy was just the one I preferred over the rest.

I crooked a finger in the girl’s direction. “Come here.” Once again, it wasn’t a request. It was a command. “On your knees. In front of me.” I waited for her to scurry off the bed and do as she was told, glaring down at her as I asked the question presently bouncing around inside my mind. “You ever sucked a cock before?”

CHAPTER EIGHT

The girl shook her head. I could see the panic rising in her chest, her labored breaths more indicative of fear than the mounting pleasure I’d already offered her. It didn’t matter. I could work with either. And I enjoyed the look of both.

I grabbed her chin, gently stroking my thumb over her jawline as I forced her eyes to meet mine. “Then it’s about time someone teaches you, baby girl.”

I could feel her swallow beneath my grip and could already imagine her drinking down so much more. My cock twitched at the thought, imagining what it would feel like to be jammed so far down that throat of hers it was hard to breathe. For her. Not me. I was breathing just fine.

The fantasy was good. But the reality was always so much better.

It took the slightest bit of pressure to pry her mouth open. Just wide enough to take the width of me as I fisted my cock at the base and eased it forward. For my own benefit and not hers. Having to knock someone’s teeth out was not on my list of kinks. And I wasn’t sure I could control myself if the girl got frisky and decided to bite down. Just another reason I wasn’t as keen ongetting sucked off by a stranger. There was a shit-ton of trust involved. And the only person I trusted wasme.

I slowly inched myself forward, her lips curling with the action as I continued to rub the pad of my thumb over the soft skin of her throat. Coaxing her muscles into a more relaxed state while her eyes watered at the corners and her nostrils flared. Shit was uncomfortable, I was sure. And it was about to feel a whole lot worse.

I thrusted in as far as I could go without forcing her breakfast up the wrong way before pulling back and repeating the process. Her mouth was warm and perfectly wet. But it was clear the girl didn’t know what to do with her tongue. Whether she should flatten it and tuck it out of the way or use it to lap at my cock like a lollipop.

It was fine though. My favorite part was teaching them anyway. Showing them what I liked while getting myself off.

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