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250 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 20, 2014
I knew I had a big cock, but what was more important than the size was that I knew well how to use it.
“Honestly, I’d love a blowjob, but considering the mistrust in your eyes, I’m not sure having your teeth that close to my dick would be the wisest decision.”
“Your car … Sex.” I cringe but at the same time feel ridiculous calling the car that name. “I hope I didn’t scratch it.
“I told you not to move, and when you come, you’re going to know it’s me who brought you there.”
“I like it when you wear skirts,” he mumbles. “I can see your sexy legs, and it gives me easy access.”
You sleep with your mouth open, which is very fucking tempting,”
Her want-glazed eyes locked onto my waistband, where the head of my cock was fighting the good fight for freedom.
“Answer me. Did you like that?”
“Y… y…yes,” she stutters.
“Good. Because that’s the last time you’re going to use a fucking vibrator to get you off. Do you understand?”
“I love your laugh. If I could,” “I’d make sure you’d always be laughing. And making sure that your smile was never far behind.”
I felt like I was about to do something incredibly illegal, like rob a bank or something.
But oh my God, that body. If I snapped a shot of him with my camera phone, I could have sold posters and been an instant billionaire.
“Then prove it. Bring me your panties.”
“My—?”
“You heard me. They’d better be in my pocket ten seconds after you get back from the bathroom.”
“If you want to walk, now is the time, bonita. After this—when I have you naked in my bed, I won’t let you go.”
She’s my own personal ice cream cone, sweeter than any of the thirty-one flavors.
“And I’ve been patient, but I need to hear two words before we begin.”
“Free me, Blue.”
His tongue rolls across his lips. “I was thinking fuck me, but that’ll work.”
“Holy fucking shit, Taryn,” I groan and send up a quick prayer that I make it more than a minute. Not that I deserve for anyone to listen to me, especially when I say shit like that, but I hope they do anyway.
We’d been each other’s firsts. We’d learned how to please other people by practicing on each other.
“So greedy. Can’t a guy take it slow and enjoy the ride?”
“You want me to take you against this window. While that man appears to watch. Don’t you?”
If he wanted to play our favorite game, he could have held me in place with his power.