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At least, that’s what I thought I said. My mind was too fascinated with the way he felt in my hand to be able to complete complicated thoughts or sentences. His length grew and hardened as I held him, and it made me feel fucking powerful. Going on instinct, I fisted the base of his cock and put the head in my mouth, like a lollipop. I’d barely gotten a taste before I felt him grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back.

“Hell, no, Baker. If I’m going to finally have you, it’s going to last all night long. But if you’re doingthat, it won’t last three minutes. Get on the bed.”

Yes! I was much better at following orders.

As I climbed onto the bed, I heard him removing his clothes…at record speed. The thought that I had him that aroused turned me on even more. My hand automatically went to my cock but dropped my favorite toy when he yelled at me.

“Nu uh,” he said after barking at me for touching myself. “You only get to touch that when I say you can.” He reached into the nightstand and pulled out the lube and packet of condoms. “And I didn’t say you could.”

I grinned. “Then hurry the fuck up and do something to distract me. When this bad boy wants some attention, he wants some attention!”

He climbed onto the bed. His hand palmed my cheek and he whispered, “Are you sure, Baker? This is a big deal. I have to know you’re in your right state of….”

“Put. Your. Cock. In. My. Ass.”

His grin was wicked. “Well, Sweet Tart, it’s not quite as simple as that, especially with a virgin.”

I shoved him down on the bed and straddled his hips. “Don’t call me a virgin. That pisses me off. You’ve witnessed, first hand, things disappearing into my ass. Stop acting like I don’t know what it feels like.”

“Yes, Tart,” he answered sweetly. Picking up the lube, he offered it to me and said, “Get yourself ready for me.”

Shit! I had to do that? What the hell was he here for? I wasn’t doing all the damned work. Instead of saying that, though, I squeaked out, “Me?”

“Nah,” he answered. “I’ll do it for you. Turn around.”

“Huh?”Turn around? Like I couldn’t watch? Hide my eyes? What the fuck?

“Reverse cowboy,” he explained. “Straddle me in the other direction.”

He was grinning so goddamned big, it made me want to….

Shit, it made me want to kiss him.

I didn’t kiss. I never kissed. Kissing was special—something I’d always saved.

Maybe reverse cowboy was best. That way I wouldn’t be tempted to break my own golden rule.

I did as he asked, but felt like an idiot. Sure, I’d done it this way with women plenty of times. It was nice to watch my cock disappear into their….

Oh! So that’s what he was doing.

“What now, Your Royal Highness?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder at him.

He sat up, propped up some pillows behind his back until he was in a comfortable position, and then answered, “Scoot back, cowboy. Ass up, head down.”

Then, as if I wasn’t capable of following instructions, he yanked me backwards, pulled my ass up, and placed a hand on the back of my neck to press my head down. With the position, he’d put me in, my face was grinding against his cock and balls. Doing what felt natural, I licked the closest thing…which happened to be one of his balls.

He smacked my ass. Hard.

“Absolutely not, Tart. Keep your tongue in and mouth closed. I need to focus on this beautiful ass in front of me.” He lubed up one hand as he spoke.

“That hardly seems fair. If this is the new me, my mouth needs to learn its way around that most important area.”

“Do as you’re told,” he growled.

I felt him dribble some lube at the top of my crease and then he parted my cheeks. That pretty much shut me up. I could feel the lubricant sliding along my skin—felt it when it hit my hole. From there, his finger swirled it around my entrance and then he pushed a finger inside. My back arched with the sheer joy of the invasion. I knew how I must look to him—my cheeks spread by his hand, his finger in my hole, and my body arched with pleasure, but I didn’t care. I needed him and wasn’t ashamed of it.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered as his finger moved in and out. Stretching me slowly when I wanted to move at a much faster rate of speed. I was desperate for him. The slit on the head of my cock held a pearl of precum that was about to drip onto Seth’s abs. “God, you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

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