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Pleasure racks through me as she takes me further into her mouth. I tighten my grip in her curls, but she doesn’t seem to mind. One thing I’ve learned about this woman is she will never stop surprising me. She loves when I toss her around in bed.

And I love making her squeal.

“Mmm,” she moans, bouncing my cock against her lips. “So good.”

The warmth of her mouth envelops me as she gently sucks and traces her tongue around my pulsing erection. Tension builds in my muscles, and my mind becomes hazy. I should be praising her, telling her how perfect she is and how good she’s making me feel. But something tells me to keep my mouth shut.She doesn’t want this to be about her. No, she wants to take care ofme.

She presses her fingertips into my hips, forcing me deeper down her throat. Pleasure ripples from my abdomen, trickling down my thighs. As she continues to work her mouth, my cock flexes against her tongue, and I grasp her hair, earning myself a light moan.

“You feel that, baby?” Without thinking, I thrust in her mouth. “How fucking hard you make me?”

She chokes slightly, but that doesn’t stop her.

“So fucking perfect,” I murmur, increasing my speed. “You enjoy sucking this cock, don’t you?”

She glides her lips back and licks my precum with flushed cheeks. “So much.” Her voice is low—soaking in desire.

“Show me.” I step between her thighs, forcing her to sit back. “Show me how wet that gorgeous pussy is.”

The gold flecks in her eyes sparkle, and I chuckle when I catch her throat bob with a swallow. She reaches down, and her mouth pops open as she parts her folds. I loosen my grip on her hair and rest my palm on her neck, massaging and squeezing.

She huffs. “Take your shirt off.”

“Show me your fingers.” I lick my lower lip. “Then I’ll do whatever you want.”

Without question, Wren lifts her hand, and I bite my lower lip. Her finger is glistening, wet from pleasure.

“Let me taste.” It comes out as a plea, but I don’t care. I need to taste this woman.

My woman.

With slight trepidation, Wren presses her fingers inside my mouth. My eyes close as I groan in delight. I selfishly savor her salty sweetness, and I’m thrown back to the first time I ran my tongue over her clit. And fuck, I realize I’ll never tire of it.

I let her digits go with a soft pop. “Shirt off?”

“Huh? Oh, yes.” She nods. “Shirt off.”

In an instant, I remove my tee and toss it across the room. My cock throbs, standing upright when she trails those dangerous eyes of hers down my body. She’s trying to take control, and I am here for it. Although, her hesitation is becoming clear. She’s used to me taking the lead. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t gently nudge her out of her comfort zone?

I lean down and brush my nose against hers, bringing our lips close together. “Ride me?”

I back away when she tries to kiss me, earning a frustrated groan from her. “Theo?—”

“Or should I fuck you?”

Come on, baby. Make me proud.

Wren lifts herself up, and I smirk in response. “Get on the couch.”

I drop onto the cushions, spreading my arms along the back and grinning ear to ear while she straddles my lap. “So bossy.”

“You love it.” She kisses me, long and slow—toying with my lips as she slowly presses against my length.

“Yes,” I moan. “I fucking love it.”

My heart rate increases when she plants herself firmly against me. Blood thunders in my ears as she glides over me, but the pounding subsides when she whimpers.

“Theo.”

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