He gave an arrogant nod, and she was delighted that she’d done that. Pushed away any worry he had over his appearance. She licked her way down his chest, circling her tongue around his nipples before sucking one into her mouth.

“Gigi. Jesus.” He tangled his hands in her hair but didn’t pull her away. Boldly, she slid to the floor, kneeling between his legs. She traced a path over his abs. She could spend hours exploring him.

She reached for the zipper of his jeans. Once more his hands came down on hers. She looked up.

“You don’t want me to?”

He let out a bark of laughter. “Baby, you have no idea how much I want it. But you don’t have to. I know how innocent you are.”

“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t given a blow job. I might have given plenty of them.”

He stiffened. His eyes were cold, fathomless pits that warned her to tread lightly.

“And have you?”

“I said I might have.”

He just continued to stare. She puffed out a breath. “No, I’ve never given anyone a blow job. Sheesh. Must you know everything about me?”

“You won’t tease me about such things again.” His voice held no bend, and she nodded her head.

“No, I won’t.” She glanced at where her hands still rested on his zipper. “But I want to do this. Please, Sawyer.”

He studied her then gave one nod. “You may.”

She nearly rolled her eyes but refrained. She carefully slid the zipper down. He obligingly helped by raising his hips so she could pull his jeans and boxers down his legs. They pooled at his feet, but she didn’t notice anything except for the thick cock standing at attention. The head was smooth, thicker than the stem. A vein ran down the long shaft. His balls were tight and hairless. She wasn’t sure where to start. Had this been a good idea? What the hell did she do?

“Run your fingers over it,” he told her in a gruff voice. “Get the feel of it.”

She looked up then down then, gathering her courage, reached out to touch him. He was smoother than she’d thought. The skin silky soft over the hard shaft.

“Cup my balls. Gentle now. That’s it. Good girl.”

His praise steadied her.

“Now wrap your hand around the base of my cock.”

Her hand

barely managed to make it around the base. It made her pulse stutter. How would he fit inside her?

“I’ll fit, little one,” he told her, as though reading her thoughts. “You can bet on that. Now lean in and take the head into your mouth. Run your tongue over it. Explore.”

She looked up at him as he groaned. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Explore with your tongue. Run it all over my shaft.”

He was staring down at her, his eyes filled with heat, his cheeks slightly flushed. “You have no idea the effect you have on me, do you?”

She let him pop out of her mouth. “If it’s anything like the effect you have on me then words can’t describe it.”

That surprisingly sensuous mouth that could go stark with cruelty or soft with pleasure smiled down at her. “Exactly.”

His gaze narrowed then. “Did I say you could stop?”

“Sorry, Sir.” She licked her way over the shaft, following the vein down, then making her way back up the head.

“Take as much of me as you can into your mouth. That’s it. No, you can take a bit more.” She went as far as she could without gagging then pulled up, her breath stuttering.

“Good girl. We’ll work on that. Take me in then as you pull back, suck on me.”

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