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marry me. I won’t accept less.”
    The words were bit out above her head, a challenge if she’d ever heard one. But she wouldn’t be bullied into doing something that might ruin the best thing that had ever happened to her.
    Still holding his cock in her mouth, she lifted her lashes to look at him. A deep, belly growl erupted from him, and he palmed her jaw, his gaze holding hers as he urged her to go down on him again.
    “You’ve never done this have you.”
    Her face exploded in color and she pulled back, embarrassed. “I did something wrong?”
    Max closed his eyes briefly, that smile hovering on his lips.
    “Nothing. I just love that I’m your first.”
    He was her first. In more ways than one. But he’d noticed?
    She stared at him and realized that, yeah, he knew. “I’d hoped you wouldn’t…”
    “I’m so glad I did. Even if I can’t believe you made it through college with your virginity intact.”
    Some things were worth saving, and as a woman who’d always known there was more to sex than just sex…
    “I’m thrilled to be the man you gave it to. But,” he pressed, kissing her forehead, her temple, that little spot beneath her ear, “if you’re willing to sleep with me, Chloe, why not agree to marry me.”
    Since he’d resumed their lovemaking, she clasped his cock in her hands and fisted him, learning the feel of him. “I just want you to be sure,” she said.
    “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he said, straightening.
    She ran her hands up the solid length of him and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth so that she surrounded his cock. Hands, mouth. Warmth. He swelled even more. She felt it.
    “Ah, love. You’re killing me.”
    Chloe focused on him, swirling her tongue around his head, dipping just the tip of her tongue into the dip and teasing the ridge until the salty, manly taste of him emerged. He tasted musky and rich, unusual, but not bad.
    Max let her play for a few long minutes, his breathing getting louder and harsher above her head. She was amazed how turned on she was getting from going down on him, able to feel the trickle of moisture between her legs growing as she responded to the act of pleasuring him.
    “Enough. I can’t take more”
    She’d climaxed inside Max’s mouth and she wanted to feel him do the same inside hers. When he gently palmed her face and tried to make her stop she refused, humming out a protest that left him groaning and gasping.
    She took him as deeply as she could, slowly pulled her lips off his length until she reached the painfully swollen tip and nursed it like a lollipop before surging down on him again to repeat the move. But the next time she reached the tip of him, Max began to plunge his hips in shallow strokes and she knew he wasn’t able to hold off any longer. She gripped his rear and held on, not about to let him cheat her of this momentous occasion, holding her mouth open, lips gripping him with every thrust, her tongue sucking the essence of him with every withdrawal.
    “Chloe. Ah, love. Let me pull out.”
    She shook her head and suckled him harder, teased and flicked and rubbed until Max exploded, his groans filling her ears as his semen filled her mouth, ran over her chin. He made a few more shallow thrusts, moaning as he emptied himself completely.
    Max bathed them both quickly in the aftermath before shutting off the water and lifting her to carry to his bed wrapped in a large, fluffy towel. She glanced at the clock and hated what she saw. Time was ticking away too fast, closing in on the time when she would have to leave Max and this wonderful fantasy behind.
    Max lowered her to the mattress and instantly flung the edges of the towel to her sides to bare her to his gaze.
    “Beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful, Chloe. I’ve waited a lifetime for you.”
    She felt exposed and vulnerable beneath his intense gaze, but just as beautiful as he claimed her to be. “Me too,” she said simply.
    “Then don’t