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Teeth sank into my ass cheek and I cried out.

“Sit on my face.Now.”

His hand slid up my side to the back of my head. He shoved me down, and I choked around his cock as he pulled my pussy on his face, forcing my full weight on him, forcing me to stay put. I struggled against him, but he didn’t let up.

Fuck. My entire body buzzed with electricity, pleasure pumping through me. I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks as he lessened the pressure on the back of my head for just a moment before pushing it back down, creating a choppy rhythm, fucking my throat as he sucked my clit.

The sensations flooded every part of me, overwhelming me until I was nothing but a wet, shaking fuck toy. The mere thought of being his to use dragged me close to the edge again, another orgasm threatening to overtake me.

He didn’t let up. My toes curled as I choked around him, coming right on his face, his tongue driving in and out of me and catching every drop of my pleasure. He released his hold on my head, allowing me to come up for full gasps of air, my nails digging into his thighs as I arched back.

“Good girl,” he panted against my pussy. His tongue darted out, licking me again. He moaned, getting lost in the taste of me.

The bliss lasted for a few moments, but then something ugly and unwanted raised its head. Panic? Fear? What in the hell was I doing? What was I thinking?

I immediately rolled off him and the bed, only for his hand to snatch my wrist and drag me back against him.

“No,” he said. “You’re not running.”

“Stop,” I gasped. “This was a mistake. This was…”

“Pepper,” he said gently, grabbing hold of my cheeks.

He forced me to look at him, so I closed my eyes.

“What just happened?” he murmured.

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m losing my mind.” I was shaking. I wanted more. I wanted so much more, but I didn’t know how to ask for it. For the first time in fifteen years, I found myself needing more from someone than they needed from me.

He stroked my face gently with his thumbs—patient. Too patient.

“Stop looking at me,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter. I couldfeelhim, just like I did in the coffee shop. His presence suffocated me. It freed me.

“No.”

“I hate this.”

“I don’t.”

My eyes flew open to glare. “Fuck you.”

His skin glistened from my pussy, and he licked his lips. “You’re more than welcome to again if you want.”

I shoved at his chest, but he caught hold of my hands.

“What’s your safe word?” he asked.

My breath caught in my throat.

“We can stop. At any time. Any moment. I told you that earlier, and I meant it.” His dark brows pulled together in concern. “I can’t tell what is happening right now because you’re not telling me. Do you want me to actually stop?”

I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want any of this to end. “No,” I whispered.

His shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Then use your words.”

Heat flamed in my cheeks. I was embarrassed. “I’ve never been with anyone like this. And I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel like I’m doing everything wrong. I came but then I felt humiliated. I’ve never squirted before, and then you made me come again, but… I’ve never had sex with someone who actually made me orgasm.”

Something hot glinted in his eyes. “That’s a tragedy, honestly. You don’t like it when you’re not the one in control, do you? It’s unfamiliar.”

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