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Slowly, she nodded. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Can I taste you?” she asked.

I didn’t answer her.

I wanted her mouth on me. Fuck, even the thought could drive me over the edge, but I didn’t know how I would react if she actually did it, and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

She sat up and looked at me carefully. “I’ll stop if you say so. And I won’t take it personally. But I just want to try.”

Now it was my turn to be speechless. She climbed on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, her tits pressing against me.

I wondered if she was doing this on purpose because I could feel my resolve waning.

“What do you say?”

I cupped the back of her neck and brought her lips down to mine. “Okay, baby. We can try. I don’t know…”

She pressed her finger against my lips, silencing me. “I know.”

She moved off my lap and onto the couch beside me, her fingers fumbling with my jeans. I lifted my hips up to make it easier for her, and she pulled it down my legs.

Her bare ass wiggled in front when she turned to throw the jeans to the floor, and I smiled, spanking her ass cheek.

She jerked back and shrieked. “Hey!”

“Your fault for putting your ass in front of me.”

She rubbed the abused flesh and turned to me, a stern expression on her face, and pointed a finger at me—an effect that was completely ruined by her naked body and bare pussy.

Fuck me, but I couldn’t get over how her bare cunt looked. I should have fucking done this sooner.

She noticed where my attention was and blushed, turning away from me, but that only presented the sight of her bare ass bearing my red handprint.

My smile widened, and she came back to the couch. I pulled my cock out from under my boxer briefs, roughly stroking up and down my length before I squeezed the purple tip. Precum made its way out, and Gemma looked at it, completely fascinated.

She licked her lips, and I groaned. “Baby, staring at it ain’t gonna make it blow.”

She laughed nervously. “Uh, what should I do?”

I blinked. Fuck, of course she was nervous. I doubted she had ever done this before. It still blew my mind just how innocent my pretty girl was.

“Grab me,” I said, moving my hands out of the way for her.

She hesitatingly took me in hand, rubbing up and down my length gently, as if she was afraid of hurting me.

I groaned. “Harder, baby. Grip me harder.”

She did as I asked, and I closed my eyes. Fuck, that felt good.

And the panic I thought would come never did. I realized a part of it was because I was still in control. I was directing her actions. Another part was… Gemma.

It was just Gemma.

“Bring my tip into your mouth and suck, baby. Take as much of me into your mouth as you can… yes, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good. That’s it… no, no,don’tuse your teeth.”

I reached over and spanked her ass when the little minx laughed at the slight urgency she heard in my voice when I realized her teeth were coming out to play.

She groaned, the sound vibrating over my dick, and I nearly came right then and there.

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