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In response, goose bumps erupt along her skin.

“What if I want to use you for my own gains and deny you the ability to finish with me?”

Mischievous little pixie.I let my grin bloom into a megawatt smile as I continue to kiss up and down her neck.

“Then I focus on what you enjoy, and the minute you go home, I’ll replay every second of tonight while I stroke my cock.”

I nip her earlobe, and her breath hitches.

Clearly surprised by the variety of options, she switches gears. Twisting the bullet vibrator pendant between her fingers, she asks, “So I could just rub myself with this, and you’d watch without complaint? You wouldn’t get jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous? I got it for you. Toys are teammates, doll.”

“I could ride your cock while I did it?” Her brows pull low, like she’s not sure of how I’ll respond.

“Real men are in it for more than just getting off. We’re in it to win thehow many orgasms can I give hercontest in our heads.”

Laughing, she shakes her head. “You wouldn’t be tempted to say something like…” She drops her voice an octave. “You don’t need that; you have me?OrI’m more than enough man for women who aren’t…” she drifts off, shutting down the memory it raised.

I brush back the soft golden strands that have fallen in her face, yearning to show her the reverence she deserves, but somehow doesn’t expect, with every touch.

“Listen to me, Ivy. I’m a thirty-three-year-old man. You’ll get one, maybe two, goes out of me in a short window. But with enough hydration, the sky is the limit for you. Forget orgasms being reciprocal. I’m in it to win.”

That admission breaks any returning anxiety, and her laugh brings our bodies closer together.

“So just to confirm, if what I wanted was to…” she drifts off, averting her gaze.

With a finger under her chin, I turn her head so she’s forced to look at me. “Be the one on top and stimulate yourself using the gift I gave you? Yes. You should do that. Fucking hell, please do that. Take what you want from me, Nessa.” It comes out husky, because is she kidding me?

“What if I never give you a blow job, but I expect you to let me ride your face anytime I want, day or night?” She worries her bottom lip, her lashes fluttering.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” I shrug.

There is no denying she’sverycomfortable in her skin when alone. It’s a lack of trust in a partner she’s hinting at. I won’t be like the men who couldn’t be trusted with her body, her pleasure.

I’ll be happy to show her it’s possible. That she deserves that and more.

“You want me to be your on-demand orgasm delivery service in addition to driver? You want me at your beck and call, available any time so you can ride my face and cock, but I don’t get blow jobs? That’s it? Those are all your terms?” I tick this list off without much thought.Works for me.

She’s chewing on a finger and nodding along, a smirk creeping up her face. “And a reminder: nobody but me. Until he’s gone and we end this fake relationship.”

My heart stutters. Game on.

“I’m surprised,” I admit. “You’re always talking to other people about sex, and you read all those romance books, yetyou’ve hinted time and again that you haven’t actuallyhadthat sort of mind-blowing sex.”

“Mateo, it may come as a shock to you, but reading about sex andhavingwild sex are not the same.”

With that, I roll over, snag a box of condoms from the nightstand, and toss them to her. “Well, you deserve tohave it.What’s next?” I ask.

She deftly tears into the box and pulls out a foil packet while I get situated with my back against the headboard.

With the square pinched between her teeth, she crawls up my body and lines her center up with my erection. She grinds against my shaft but she doesn’t let me in.

She straightens, balancing on her knees, and removes her bracelets. One, then the other, is secured around my wrists overhead. Then she guides my hands down.

I lace my finger behind my head, elbows out, smile wide. She opens the condom with her teeth while grinding her slick pussy against my length, teasing the fuck out of me. Then she sheaths me inside the protective cover with her warmth still lubricating me and raises her hips and grinds over me hard and fast a few times.

My smiles fade to breathy requests, my focus locked on the necklace still resting between her tits. “Show me how you’d play with yourself while you ride me, sweetheart,” I bite out.

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