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I needed her.

She looped her arms around my neck, her mouth reaching mine, greedy now. Would she be as greedy for my cock sliding down her throat?

Only one way to find out.

“Fine,” I said when she broke the kiss. “You’re very persuasive.”

She grinned.

“But we still can’t do it here.”

“Why not?” Sarah pouted. “We just did.”

The doors opened again, and several people whooped.

Sarah ground against my cock again.

“You’re killing me,” I groaned. I loved how turned on she was by doing this in public. So was I—knowing those assholes could have turned at any second and seen my face buried between her legs—and the look on her face as I made her come.

“You don’t want to fuck me standing up?” She nibbled my chin.

I clenched my jaw. “It’s not that.” I kneaded her ass hard with my hands, pulling her onto my cock again.

“Then what is it?”

This was the tricky part. I couldn’t just whip my dick out. I’d heard it said that some men my size had dicks that didn’t match.

Mine did.

It scared most women. It was a fucking curse. I usually liked talking about it first—giving an out, but also sparing me the embarrassment of having to put it away.

I wasn’t going to last talking to Sarah about my cock, though. Plus—a lick of fire flickered in me—I wanted her to see.

So I gritted my teeth and unbuckled my pants. Without any fanfare at all, I reached into my shorts and pulled out my oversized member.

Sarah’s eyes went wide.

“That’s why, baby,” I whispered. “I need to warm you up first.” I needed to see if she could take three fingers. Or four. “I understand if you don’t want to.” But Sarah put a single finger on my lips. “Shh.”

Then she slid down the wall into a crouch. She wrapped her hands as best she could around my shaft, and without hesitation, took me into the slick, warm heat of her mouth.

I sucked in a long breath and tipped my head backward, pleasure rocking through me. It’d been a long, long time since I’d had my cock in a woman’s mouth. I’d almost forgotten how it felt.

Though I swore it never felt this good before. I pressed my forearms against the wall.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

She didn’t respond, just smiled, her jaw open so wide there were dips in her cheeks. I thrust slowly, not wanting to choke her.

She went after me like I was a challenge. Only partway into her mouth, I hit the back of her throat.

Sarah gagged, and I tensed, but she pulled off me, her eyelids fluttering. “More.”

“Christ,” I rasped. “You’re hungry for this cock, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her assent muffled as I thrust deeper, fucking her face now. Shelikedmy dick. It didn’t scare her; it turned her on. This, on top of her being… her? I didn’t deserve this. Any of it. But all thoughts of anything but the sensation of her lapping up my cock vanished with my next thrust. Pleasure rippled through me as I drove my fat head down her throat.

“You look good with your lips wrapped around my cock, Sarah. So fucking good.” Her tits swayed as she moved. “Can you take more, sweetheart?”

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