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    squeezed between my legs. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from begging for more, to keep from exclaiming my desperation and pleasure.
    I wanted to feel her lips on my cock more than anything. Of course if she had changed her mind and walked away I would have accepted it, but right now, that was just not part of my thought process. No way.
    “You have a big penis,” she whispered, shooting a look up at me that thrummed with sensual promise and, dare I say it, admiration.
    Damn, as if my control isn’t precarious enough.
    In answer to her compliment, my cock bobbed within her hand and the tendons at the base tightened painfully.
    She smiled and her attention returned to my erection. She swiped her index finger over my slit then took my entire head into her hot, sweet mouth.
    Oh, shit.
    I was sure we shouldn’t be doing this. There was something wrong about it, anyone could come in, but fuck me sideways, it felt so damn good, I was going to take what I could.
    Within the heat of her mouth, her darting tongue swirled around my tip, drawing a long, low moan from my chest that I had to clamp in my throat. She was going to finish me off pretty damn quick if she wasn’t careful.
    I stretched out my fingers, wanting to mesh them into her poker-straight, shiny hair. But I didn’t dare touch her, didn’t dare risk anything spoiling the wonderful, heavenly moment of feeling a woman’s mouth embrace my cock. I jabbed my nails into my palms, balling my fists and pressing them into the soft seat.
    She sank low, my belly trembled and carnal bliss took over. I shut my eyes, dropped my head onto the wall behind me and allowed every wet sensation she gave to envelop my shaft—the hardness of her palate, the moist strength of her tongue, the depth of her throat.
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    The suction inside her mouth increased as she pulled back up. She stroked her fingers over my saliva-coated flesh as it eased from her lips, her fingertips skilled and teasing. The moist little noises she made were an erotic caress to my ears, gentle laps and slurps, her taking me shallow and deep.
    Everything else ceased to exist except for her warm mouth and talented tongue. I tore open my eyes and looked down at her head bobbing at my groin. I could barely contain myself—the image of her giving me such pleasure while I was not reciprocating was almost too much. I had to once again force myself still, take what was being offered and not turn it into something more. Something much more. Like pushing her to the table and fucking her hard. Burying my dick in her small, sweet body.
    She dropped low then pulled up, creating a firm and steady rhythm. Each time my head hit the molten resistance at the back of her mouth the burn in my bollocks intensified. Pressure built at the base of my cock, growing and swelling. The agony of holding it back tensed my abs and shot my heart rate to dangerous levels.
    I clenched my jaw, peeled back my lips. I was going to come. It was there boiling, getting ready to erupt.
    “Fuck, I’m going to…”
    She upped the speed, deepened the welcoming entrance of her throat.
    I was far from inexperienced when it came to receiving blowjobs, I had been a lucky guy over the years, but Jesus, this was something else. This blew every other suck-off out of the water.
    The glorious tingle at the base of my dick told me I was there. There was no turning back. I gulped in a breath and shut my eyes. Bright lights exploded behind my lids. The tingles became an electric whip of sensations, surging up my shaft. Wondrous beats of release poured from me in gratifying pulses.
    My copious wet heat mixed with hers and still her head bobbed—she didn’t change pace or jar at the sudden filling of her throat. On and on she sucked and swallowed, 23
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    drawing out every last throb of my orgasm. It was excruciating