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“That’s it, baby. You come so sweetly for me.”

That’s the last thing I hear before everything goes black.

The next thing I’m aware of is warm, soft hands stroking my hair. My head is lying on top of something sturdy and hard, and I’m covered in a blanket. I look up to see Luke, his crystal eyes gazing down at me as he strokes my hair, partly matted to my head with sweat.

He lets out a sigh of relief when he notices my eyes are open. “You passed out on me there, Little Wells.”

“I’m sorry, but—that was—holy shit.”

“Told you it would be worth it,” he says, flashing that cocky smirk again.

“I’ve never wanted to kiss someone and strangle them at the same time before.”

“Sounds about right,” he chuckles. “How are you feeling? I know that was a lot.”

“I feel…good. Still a little tingly. I’ve never come so hard that I passed out before.”

“So it was good?”

“Uh…yeah, it was good,” I confirm. “Do you do that a lot?” I ask, instantly feeling a pang of jealousy at my own question. “I mean the edging thing.”

“Not really. But I saw the way you reacted when I stopped last night. Panicked, but also a little intrigued. I thought you might be into it.” He pauses for a moment. “Haveyoudone anything like that before?”

I shake my head no. My one and only other sexual partner would have needed the ability to make me come in order to edge me. But I don’t say that.

Luke moves me over and grabs a pillow, setting it behind my head. “I’ll be right back. You need water,” he says, his voice still raspy.

He pads out to the kitchen and is back before I even gather the strength to push myself up into a sitting position.

“Hey, hey. Easy, baby. Not too fast.”

He hands me the water and I gulp it down, just now realizing how dry my throat is. It’s not until I place the almost-empty bottle on the coffee table that I notice his dick straining against his jeans. He sees the moment I see it.

“Em, you don’t?—”

“I want to,” I cut him off. “I want to touch you.”

“Oh yeah?” He straightens up a bit.

“Yeah.” I sit up higher and dance my fingers along his abs, sliding a hand under his shirt. I move it down and flick the button of his jeans open. He sucks in a breath as I take his place on the floor, letting my knees thud to the ground like he did and settling in between his legs. I peek up at him from my place on the floor.

“May I?”

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LUKE

I lean backon the couch, moving my hips forward a couple of inches. Emory looks like a straight-up goddess, kneeling in front of me, completely naked. Her chest is heaving, no doubt still coming down from the mind-bending orgasm I just gave her. Her eye makeup is slightly smudged, and her hair falls in loose brown waves right above her tits. Her rosy pink nipples pebble under my gaze, and her full lips shimmer with a thin layer of gloss.

God, I want them wrapped around my cock.

She’s waiting so patiently for my answer, her hazel eyes dark with lust. She doesn’t just want to ‘return the favor’ like last time. She wants to see me. Touch me. Feel my cock stretching her soft mouth. That edging session was just as brutal for me as it was for her, and my dick is painfully hard. Fuck if I’m about to stop her again.

“Take my cock out,” I demand. I’ve always been the one to take control during sex. It’s just how I’m wired. I’m not opposed to women having the upper hand. I’m sure it would be hot, but I get the sense Emory likes it when I’m bossy.

She doesn’t hesitate for a second, obeying my command as she yanks my jeans and boxer briefs down enough to reach her hand in and pull me out. Her eyes widen at my size, but she shakes off her hesitation and begins to stroke me, gliding her hand up and down my length. Her hand is so fucking soft, I get lost in her movements. But then I remember what I really want. Before I can issue another command, she leans forward and casually licks a bead of pre-cum from my tip. I nearly buck off the couch, and she smiles triumphantly. I don’t get embarrassed easily, but she probably thinks I’m gonna be a two-pump chump now. I blame the fact that it’s been almost two months since I’ve had a mouth on me. But deep down, I know it’s her. I probably could have come just from the way she looked up at me before, all wide-eyed and shit, waiting for permission to swallow my cock.

Settle down, buddy. Don’t ruin this for us.

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