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“Oh.” I pause for a moment. “How do… I mean, what do you do to relax?”

His dark eyes hold mine and after a moment her replies. “I ejaculate.”

I get a visual of this visceral beast ejaculating. Fucking hell. “Oh,” I whisper as an intelligent reply leaves my brain.

“We can do that if you want?” He raises a sexy brow.

“Do what?” I breathe as my eyes drop to watch his tongue as it slips out and runs over his large bottom lip.

“Watch me ejaculate.”

The air leaves my lungs. “You want me to watch?” I whisper.

“Very much,” he breathes.

“Now?”

“Right now.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. Holy fuck.

Before I know it I am being dragged back to his room by the hand, where he opens the door. “Take your shoes off and lie on the bed,” he instructs.

Huh? I frown in question as he disappears into the bathroom and reappears with a large, white towel, which he spreads out over the sheets.

Isn’t he going to touch me?

“Take your underwear off and lie down.”

“Umm.”

He cuts me off. “Now.” He turns and switches the lamp on next to the bed and turns the main light off. The mood instantly changes to sexual.

Oh. I slide my panties down my legs and take them off and lie down on the bed in my little black dress. He stands at the end of the bed and grabs the nape of his t-shirt slowly pulling it over his head, revealing his golden, tattooed torso. My hungry eyes drop to the rippled abdomen and the V of muscle that disappears into his jeans. He doesn’t have hair on his chest, but has a trail of sandy hair from his navel down to his pubic hair.

My mouth goes dry.

He kicks off his shoes and I watch as he slowly slides his jeans down his legs. He stands before me in tight black short briefs. I can see everything through the briefs, although I don’t need to. His hard cock is sitting well above the waistband of his pants.

Oh dear God. I start to feel arousal pump through my flesh as a burst of cream breaks the dam.

With his eyes fixed on mine, he grabs his cock and pumps it hard through his shorts.

I’ve died and gone to bad boy Heaven.

“What do you want to see?” he asks.

“I want to see how you make yourself come when you’re alone,” I whisper.

Without any expression, he slides his briefs down his legs revealing his huge, hard cock. It’s thick and long and I can see every vein in its engorged head. His pubic hair is short and well kept and I have to physically hold my legs together.

I’ve never seen a man like this—seen a man act like this.

He turns and takes a bottle of oil from his top drawer and then sits next to me on the bed on top of the towel in the semi-darkness.

“You want to see how I make myself come?”

My eyes drop to his cock and I nod, unable to speak through my arousal.