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“Fuck,” I barked again.

She stroked me as her head bobbed, working every hard inch. I’d had my dick sucked a lot, by women who knew how to give great head, who’d had a lot of practice, but nothing came close to Lila’s mouth on me.

And fuck me, my shy girl didn’t close her eyes or look away. No, she looked up at me, those beautiful brown eyes that I loved so much locked on mine, heavy lidded and glassy with lust—letting me see everything she was feeling.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

She took me deeper and choked a little, stroking me faster, and my balls drew up, impossibly tight. Her eyes watered, and she kept it up, sucking me hard, taking me as deep as she could, and I stood there, trembling like a bitch, mesmerized, watching her work my dick like she couldn’t get enough of it into her mouth.

I was powerless, couldn’t stop the tight thrust of my hips. I gripped her hair more firmly. “Oh fuck, Lila. Fuck.” She didn’t try to pull back, seemed to love it when I fucked her mouth, when I lost control and growled. “Squeeze my balls.”

She did, without hesitation.

“Oh shit. Gonna come, baby,” I warned and tried to pull out, but she clung to me, sucking harder.

I blew, groaning helplessly, near whimpering as I pumped hot come down her throat.

Lila swallowed the load, lids fluttering, those beautiful eyes still on me as her throat worked, taking it all.

I’d never come like this before, not from a blow job, shit, not even from fucking.

She didn’t release my dick, but kept sucking, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, until I started softening. I finally pulled free from her mouth and tugged her to her feet and kissed her hard.

I could taste my come mixed with Lila’s own addictive taste, and dirty fucker that I am, I loved it.

I looked into her eyes. “Shit, Bambi.”

She smiled shyly. “I liked seeing you like that,” she whispered huskily, licking her abused lips.

My head was spinning. “At your mercy?”

The smile turned wicked. “Yes.”

I barked out a laugh and steered her toward the bed. “Woman, I’ve been your bitch since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

She giggled and flopped down on my bed.

Lila thought I was joking around. I wasn’t.

The curvy little librarian watching me shove my sweats off the rest of the way owned me.

Every fucked-up part.

Chapter Twelve

Lila

My giggles stopped as Jesse prowled toward me, naked and so beautiful I thought I might die.

He came down on top of me, his fingers shoved into my hair, his mouth descending on mine. He kissed me deeply, thoroughly, then rested his forehead against mine. “I want to taste your pussy, Lila. Will you let me make you come with my mouth?”

My hands were moving over his back, smooth and muscled. He was trembling. I squirmed under him, hot and wet and so incredibly turned on after sucking him, I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. I just wanted him to touch me.

“Yes,” I gasped out.

One of his hands slid up under my pj top and he covered my breast, squeezing restlessly. “Yes?”

“Yes, I want that.” I wanted it badly.