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When I finally come back into myself, Zayne has wrapped his arms around my waist, and he’s pulling me upright. I try to stand, find my legs are too shaky, and lean against him for support.

“That good?” he asks, but with a cocky smirk that tells me he knows exactly how good it was.

In response, I grab his face with both hands and kiss him hard. I taste myself on his lips, a salty tang that’s even hotter combined with his flavor, his scent. He parts his mouth, swirls that magic tongue of his around mine.

But it’s my turn now.

I break away from the kiss and drop to my knees before him. I steal a peek up at him, and find him watching me with wide eyes, as though surprised. “What’s the matter?” I ask, running a finger along the side of his cock, so lightly that I’m barely touching. “Haven’t you ever made a girl hungry for your cock before?”

His grin deepens. “I mean this in the best possible way, Clove, but I have never met a woman quite like you before.”

I grin back and circle my hand around his cock fully. God, my fingers don’t even fit all the way around him, he’s so thick. I lift my other hand too, wrap them both along him, and stroke his length. He’s silky smooth in my hand, velvety soft over a hard steel core. I lean in to lick the tip of his cock, where a single drop of precum gathered. The taste. I’ve heard friends talk about loving the taste of cock before, or their boyfriends’ cum, but I’ve never quite understood it. Not until now.

He sucks in a deep breath through his teeth. “Fuck.”

I press my lips around his head and slowly lean forward, sliding his cock into my mouth. His hands bury in my hair, fists clenching until my eyes water from the pull. I don’t mind. The pain adds to the pleasure, and I love that he’s losing himself so much he can’t concentrate on anything else. I dig my tongue into the underside of his cock as I pull him deeper, deeper into my mouth. At the same time, I reach up with both hands to clench his ass hard, and use that to push him against me.

Fuck, he tastes so good. My jaw aches, stretching wide enough to take him in, but I love it, love the sensation of his cock filling my mouth.

When he’s as far in as I can take him, his tip almost touching the back of my throat, I lean back to pull him out again. Then I pause to trail my tongue along the side of his cock, licking him from tip to base and back again.

“I want to suck you off. I want to take your cock into my throat,” I tell him.

His eyebrows rise. “Have you ever deep-throated before?”

I shake my head, stroking him with one hand as I lock eyes with him. “I want to learn.”

He laughs, eyebrows still lifted, incredulous. “God, you’re a thirsty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Very.” I grin.

I take him back into my mouth, and this time, when I have him fully inside, I look up at him, waiting. He tightens his grip on my hair and gazes down at me.

“Relax.” He presses his hips forward gently, an inch at a time.

I force my jaw to relax, and my throat too. There’s a moment where my body clenches, and I cough, but he just keeps pressing forward, hands caressing my scalp.

“Don’t think too much about it. Just give in. Let me take control.”

So I do. I surrender. Let him push into me, his cock inching down my throat until my lips touch the base of his cock. I lift one hand to roll his balls through my fingers, and he sucks in another sharp breath as he starts to lean back, draw himself out of my mouth.

“Fucking hell, Clove,” he manages between hard breaths. “You’re a natural.”

We pick up the pace, him leading, thrusting against me, and I keep toying with his balls, my other hand digging into his ass as he starts to move faster and faster, until it feels like he’s fucking my face, thrusting against me with abandon. I love it, and even more than that, I love looking up at the lost expression on his face, the one distracted by pleasure, his eyelids half-closed, mouth slack.

Finally, without warning, he pulls out of my mouth and staggers backward, his cock glistening with my saliva, still rock-hard and pulsing in the cool apartment air. I lean back on my heels, pouting, disappointed. I wanted to taste his cum. Wanted to feel him come in my throat.

“Not yet,” he says, eyes back on me, as though reading my thoughts. “Stand up, Clove.”