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“You’ll have to tell me exactly what to do,” I said. “I don’t know what you like, and I’ve never done this before.”

His eyes flared. “You’re saying that pretty mouth hasn’t sucked on any cock but mine?”

I swallowed, then nodded, the intensity in his eyes somewhat alarming.

Jeez, the man was intense when he wanted to be.

“Yeah,” I said. “I can’t say that I’ve really had time to do the whole sexual exploration thing. Living life is hard, and I have to work my ass off to be able to do it.”

He leaned forward and tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek. “You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” I said vehemently, happy to see that he was thinking of me and my comfort but wanting him to be just a little bit… bad.

He framed my jaw with one hand, then pulled me in close so that he could kiss me.

When he finally pulled away, out of breath right alongside me, he said, “Unbutton my jeans. Carefully.”

I did, reaching down to grab at the top of his jeans, and tugging downward.

The pop of his button releasing felt like a gunshot in the otherwise quiet living room.

He watched, eyes lit from within, as he said, “Now my zipper.”

I pulled the zipper down, very much aware that he was pressing against it, and understood immediately why he’d told me ‘carefully’ earlier.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You…” I said as I saw his exposed flesh.

His cock was tucked down the left pant leg, looking incredibly uncomfortable behind the unforgiving denim of his jeans.

What was exposed, however, was his dark brown pubic hair, and the top length of his shaft, fully engorged, and sporting veins that throbbed and pulsed with each beat of his heart.

I bit my lip, looking up at him for my next order.

He lifted his ass off the couch and said, “Tug them down.”

I did, doing as he asked and hooking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles until the tops of his battered brown cowboy work boots were exposed.

His cock flipped upward when it was no longer confined, slapping onto his t-shirt-covered belly with an audible thump.

I bit my lip, my hands itching to reach out and capture his length—his length that was already weeping at the tip—but I stilled my hand.

My eyes went to his, and he smiled.

It was such a slow, devious smile that my heartrate started to pick up the moment I saw it, as if it wasn’t already beating a mile a minute due to his nearness—and nakedness.

“You follow the rules so good, baby,” he said, cupping my jaw.

When his thumb swept over my lips, I parted them on an exhale, and he swept inside, laying the pad of his thumb onto my tongue before saying, “Suck.”

I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked, causing him to wink.

When he pulled his thumb, I didn’t let him go, and he guided my mouth directly to where he was waiting with his cock in his hand.

“Now my cock,” he urged.

I let his thumb go and immediately switched to his cock.