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Keeping his stare, I suck on his thumb and start to work his dress pants down his legs. He steps out of them, kicking them aside.

His legs are as muscular and toned as the rest of him, but his legs are not currently what I’m staring at.

Because I cannot take my eyes off his cock. Or at least the outline of it, stretching the cotton of his boxer briefs.

Sweet Lawd.

I’m so wet that the tops of my thighs are slick with it.

Reaching my hand out, I run my fingertip up his length, base to tip, and he hisses out a breath, his grip on my chin tightening. I glance up at him through my lashes. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are blazing hot. He looks like he’s barely holding on to his restraint.

Using both my hands, I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly pull them down.

Jesus.

His dick is big—I’m talking serious girth. I’m not actually sure if it’s gonna fit inside me, but, hey, one thing at a time. I’ll worry about that later.

First though…

I curl my hand around his cock, feeling him bare for the first time. I give his thumb a hard suck at the exact moment that I give his dick a firm squeeze.

Kaden pulls his thumb from my mouth, and in a sex-soaked voice, he says, “Suck me.”

My mouth waters at the command.

I do as he said. Sucking the tip, I start to take him into my mouth, going as far as my gag reflex will allow.

Obviously, I can’t take him all—I’m thinking only a deep-throating expert could—so I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and start to jack him off while I lick and suck him, aiming to give him a blow job he won’t forget anytime soon.

His fingers slide into my hair, gripping it, and he wraps it around his hand. “You’re way too fucking good at this, Beautiful.”

The heated praise and the way he keeps calling me Beautiful make my clit throb, desperate for attention, so I slide my free hand between my legs to ease some of the pressure while I get him off. But before I know it, Kaden’s dick is out of my mouth, and I’m hauled to my feet, picked up, and tossed onto the bed.

He climbs up over me, dark eyes staring down at me. “You need to get off, you use my mouth, fingers, or dick. When you’re with me, Beautiful, you don’t get yourself off, not unless I tell you to—understand?”

I’m a strong, independent, well-educated woman, and if a man ever spoke to me like this in my day-to-day life, he’d be searching for his balls for the rest of his life.

But right now, my feminism is out the window, and I’m reverted to my basic needs, where I want a man—no, I wantthisman—to dominate the fuck out of me. Literally.

All I can do is nod dumbly, and I watch as he knees my legs apart, lowers his head to my nipple, and sucks it into his mouth as he pushes one of those amazing fingers inside me.

“Kaden,” I moan, my back arching off the bed, pushing my breast further into his mouth.

He flicks my nipple with his tongue and sucks on it before doing the same to the other one while he fingers me, rubbing his thumb over my clit.

“You want my mouth again?” he rumbles.

“God, yes,” I moan, mindless with need and desire.

Then, he’s back between my legs again, his tongue on my clit, and I’m plunged into sweet, sweet bliss.

The things this man can do with his tongue…indecent, but totally and utterly decadent.

It’s not long before I feel the rise of my impending orgasm, and I’m riding it out against his face.

I never usually come this quickly. Not even when I get myself off. But something about him and what he does to me has changed that. It’s a revelation.

“Jesus,” I pant, pushing my hair back off my face.

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