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She straightened and turned to face me, the cheeks on her face even rosier than the ones I’d spanked. The silence stretching out in the space crackled with anticipation as she hobbled to where I was sitting.

Fuck.

Gulping down my excitement, I forced out a breath as she neared.

“On your knees.” I pointed to the floor as though she could have forgotten where it was.

Witnessing her awkward journey had been the cherry on top of my already deliciously iced cake, and I eased my cock from my pants as she fell to her knees in front of me. There wasn’t a hint of reticence about the task she’d been commissioned to perform as she settled. In fact, the glint in her green eyes as she glanced up to take in the sight of me spoke of a lust-filled need I’d never noticed in her gaze until that moment.

She wanted me—and I was ten feet tall at the thought.

“Do you know what you need to do, little girl?” The enormous dick in my right hand surely left little to her imagination.

“Yes, sir.” Inching closer, she nibbled at her lower lip.

“Excellent.” The version of Erin by my feet was all my Christmases come at once. If there was any hesitation left in her—any reluctance to satisfy me—I saw no proof of it. “I just need to see a little more of you to enjoy the full ‘Erin experience’.”

“Sir?”

Her head rose, but I moved to answer, leaning forward to collect the hem of her shirts and yank them over her head. Her objections were muted as the material passed over her mouth, bundling behind her head.

Her stunned expression met my eyes, her protests silenced.

“Better.” There was no choice but to smile. “But not quite perfect...”

Hiking the bra up her chest to release her breasts, I finally had her where I wanted her—on her knees, beautifully exposed, and without the use of her arms. Her breasts looked just as wonderful as they’d seemed when I’d handled them. Full, round, and surprisingly pert for her age. Her nipples had already beaded without so much as a single caress from my fingers.

Sliding to the edge of the chair, I thrust my cock in front of her face. “You’re flawless.”

She blew out a breath, the warm air grazing over my aching erection and teasing my flesh with the promise of her throat.

“Get over here.” Burying my fingers into her hair, I urged her the remaining couple of inches, reveling in the gleam of pain glinting in her eyes as her knees scraped into position. “I assume this isn’t the first time you’ve performed fellatio?”

My tone was sarcastic. A woman of her age must surely have given head dozens of times in her life, and based on the lust flickering in her eyes, she had no objections to my plan.

“No, sir.” Her sexy eyes darted to mine.

“Good.” My digits relaxed a fraction as she lowered to her haunches. “I want to make this last. Start by licking my balls, little girl.”

Her gaze widened a fraction, but she didn’t comment as she leaned closer, her tongue already poised to perform as I’d commanded.

Opening my legs, I eased my balls from their fabric prison and held my breath. After so long wondering how she’d react to my dominance, I was about to get my pleasure.

Time shifted into slow motion as she lapped at my right testicle, the gesture tentative as she warmed up to the mission. My cock responded immediately, though, imploring her attention north to its veiny shaft with a glimmer of precum as she shifted to lick my left ball.

“Harder,” I ordered. “Lap like you mean it, little girl.”

Moaning softly, her attention flitted to my face as she obliged, lowering to deliver a more earnest act of devotion. With her hands tied and my hand lodged in her hair, she had little choice but to obey, but her breathy mewls suggested she was enjoying the deed more than even she might have believed possible.

“Well done,” I praised, dragging her head higher. “Now, offer the same admiration to my cock. Take every inch of me.”

She rose to her knees, her lips already parted as my crown shoved past them.

“Fuck.”

The heat of her mouth was so good, heightening my already overwhelmed passion. Withdrawing, she started slowly, lapping at my tip and taking a few inches, but when she tried to pull away a second time, I insisted she take more. Pulling her down and holding her in place, I groaned when my cock skimmed the back of her throat. Hot, wet, and enveloping; she was everything I longed for.

“You feel so good.” I was close to the edge, hours of contemplation colliding with her rhythmic heat to produce an inevitability I wanted to protract at all costs. “But slow down, little girl.”

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