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Blinking, I tried to hold my composure. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not going to allow you to come yet, because you don’t like me.” He was eating his peach and grinning at me, and I hated myself for how terribly I wanted to fuck him.

I felt unsteady, needy—desperate for a release, and he knew. I could tell by the smirk on his face.

“Get on your knees, Bianka,” he directed. “I want to see what we can do with that mouth.”

For a moment, I paused, stuck. Giving head was something I liked to work myself up to with a person. Something I was completely prudish about. Every guy didn’t deserve the pleasure of a nice little soul-snatching session.

But then…

Zander stood before me, a daring brow raised.

And suddenly I got the meaning of his tattoo.

He leaned close, uttering, “If you can handle it.”

Game on. “Guarantee you by the time I leave, you’ll be a fan of me.”

I took Zander’s peach and bit into it, finding it soft and ripe, the nectar dripping from my hand as I passed it back.

Lowering myself to my knees, I peered up at Zander as I undid his button and unzipped his jeans.

“That’s a good girl,” he marveled as he watched me. He didn’t help me slide down his Calvin Kleins or his jeans. He stood there, waiting patiently, enjoying his peach.

And then Zander was free and I took a moment to admire what he was working with, pleasantly surprised.Now this is a nice dick!

“Do a good job and you’ll be rewarded,” Zander spoke from above me, interrupting my assessment.

I rolled my eyes, my lip curling up. “Stop talking and I’ll make you come.”

“Promises, promises,” he mocked as he bit his peach where my mouth had been.

Smirking, I asked, “Think you’re going to have the last word?”

Zander chewed casually, shrugging. “I will when I fuck you.”

Something inside me lurched,needingto know what it would be like to go to bed with this man.

With my still sticky hand, I touched him, running my fingers down the thick length of him, covering him in nectar. I followed this path with the tip of my tongue, not once breaking eye contact with Zander. His velvety flesh was hot to the touch, a warm welcome as I took him into my mouth.

I wasn’t sure what tasted better, his skin or the juices from the peach. Looking up at him watching me suck him, with his face contorted in desire, caused me to throb. I could’ve come just like that, high off the pleasure of pleasing him.

Zander knew this as he barked out, “Stop touching yourself.”

My left hand was between my thighs as my right massaged Zander, assisting my mouth. I didn’t want to stop sucking him or touching myself. This wasn’t my first time, but it was truly one of the first times I was enjoying the experience.

Deeper and deeper I took him into my mouth, down my throat, trying to steal his soul. I honestly could’ve drained Zander twice if he hadn’t have jerked away.

“Stop touching yourself, Bianka.” His breathing was jagged and he hadn’t come. Good, he was as unfulfilled as I’d been for the past four months.

His hand shot out and grabbed a hold of me, helping me to my feet. “In the bedroom. Now.”

I hadn’t stepped a whole foot away before a hard slap greeted my ass, causing a stinging sensation to ripple across my cheeks. The ache between my thighs increased as I whirled around to find Zander’s gaze on me. Unapologetic. Unrestrained. Unmerciful.

“We’re even,” he offered by way of explanation.

I knew right then that this sex would destroy me, and I was ready for it.

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