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him, for the placket of his pantaloons tented.
    “What is your desire?” I asked. I blinked, the sensual smile I was putting into action froze. The question that Byrne wanted me to ask. What was it to him, anyway? “Tell me what you want.”
    Price looked in my eyes for a long moment. What was wrong with him? Why was he hesitating? Half the men I’d been with would have been snapping orders at me as soon as we reached the door, and the other half would have dragged me to the bed.
    I couldn’t bear his eyes judging me any longer, so I looked down. His hand caught my chin and lifted it. Oh, so that’s what he liked about Kendall. I could play with that. I kept my eyes away from him. “Please, sir,” I whispered.
    “Please, what?” he asked, and I must have had a moon-filled moment, but he seemed as lost as I did.
    I didn’t know what to say to that. What was the right word? What would Kendall say? “Please take me?”
    Price let out a heavy breath. “Take off your clothes,” he said.
    “Yes, sir,” I said. I stood and stepped away from him.
    I slipped out of my jacket, as smooth as Byrne had taught me, and the cravat went next. I let the cravat snake to the ground, Price’s eyes following it. He swallowed.
    My hand went into the front of my breeches, and Price’s eyes returned to me. As Byrne had taught me, I slid my hand up, catching the hem of my undershirt, and brought my hand up my chest until I could slip the shirt over my head. That, too, I let drift to the ground.
    Price’s eyes roved over my chest. I cut a fine figure, if I do say so myself. Part of my inheritance, I supposed.
    A peal of laughter came from below. “What are they doing?” Price asked.
    “Fucking,” I said.
    “I want to do that,” Price said.
    Of course he did. Why else would he be at Mother Dover’s?
    I slid off my shoes and peeled off my breeches and stockings both. Price gave me a shocked look as he peered between my legs. Yes, yes, I was large, and it wanted to be fed, even knowing it was never fed directly. I didn’t wait for him to say anything, but dropped between his knees and undid the placket. Unlike me, he actually wore underdrawers, and I fought with them for a minute to let his cock spring free.
    Another shout came from below. Price’s cock bobbed.
    I lowered my lips to its head. Price tried to thrust his hips up. I understood, I wanted to tell him. No teasing, just fucking. No one had ever accused me of being a tease.
    I opened my mouth and it took him all into my mouth in one stroke. Price bucked again, the tip near the back of my throat. His hand went into my hair, and he actually pulled me back.
    I swallowed, and opened my lips to ask him if anything was wrong, but he struggled to stand and jerked my head forward as he struggled. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth wide for him. He shoved his cock back in, and again, and again.
    Not many mollies could do this, as I understood it. They had to learn how to take a man so deep, take lessons from Benjamin who very much enjoyed schooling the new mollies he procured, but I had just done it.
    Price started thrusting faster and faster. I plastered my tongue against his cock, adding to the friction, and tasted his salty seed. My cock throbbed, as if connected to the back of my throat, saying ‘yes, yes, spend in my throat’, and my mind said the same thing.
    Oh yes, use me. Use me to build that achingly hot lust.
    His need raged inside him, a beast fighting to break free, but only succeeding in becoming more and more frenzied. I knew the point when the cage would break. I could count down the number of thrusts until he reached it, and I knew Price didn’t know. All he seemed to know was that he needed to keep going. He needed to lose control. He needed it, he needed it so very badly, and he would pound into my mouth again and again, hoping, praying it would happen…
    Price pulled free and collapsed onto the bed. My lips stayed parted, my throat still dry, though