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“You have magnificent tits. I thought so from the day we met, but now…” he groans in the back of his throat as each hand cups my aching breasts. His mouth trails down the column of my neck and across my collarbone, igniting something deep inside of me.

Slowly he stands and places me down on the bed. Hovering over me for only a moment, an unnamed emotion crosses his face as he leans down to take my nipple into his mouth. The feel of his hot tongue along with the lace of my bra against my sensitive nipple sends my libido into overdrive.

“Tyson,” I moan out his name.

“Does that feel good?” His voice is rough with want, turning me on even more.

“So good. Don’t stop.”

I feel him smile against my overheated skin.

Unable to stop myself, my hips rock against the large bulge in his strained pants.

“I don’t plan to stop until I’ve wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of you.” His lips trail a line of kisses down to the top of my skirt. Ever so slowly, he lowers the zip on the side of my skirt and peels it down my legs leaving me only in my heels, bra, and panties.

“You’re so beautiful, Sadie.”

My skin flushes from head to toe at his compliment. Here stands this beautiful man and he’s complimenting me.

Diving down, Tyson puts his mouth to my slit and digs his tongue through my panties. His nose nudges against the spot I want him most. I moan. Pulling the fabric to the side, his tongue sweeps along my slit up to my bundle of nerves; I buck into him.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet. I could eat you all night.” He growls against my folds.

“Yes,” I moan, arching my hips up for greater friction, and starting to ride his face.

Plunging first one finger and then two into my core, he sucks my clit into his talented mouth, pushing me over the edge. My fingers fist into his hair as I ride out the waves of pleasure. He doesn’t stop until I lay spent on the bed with a sated smile on my face.

Feeling him move, I peek up at him only to find Tyson slowly stripping his clothes off. First, he fists the back of his shirt to pull it over his head and then peels his jeans down his strong, muscular thighs. Heaven help me, his body is gorgeous. I could orgasm just at the sight of him.

“What do you want from me, Sadie?”

I watch as his impressive cock juts out and bobs from between his muscular legs.

“I want your cock.”

“You can have my cock, but what else do you want?” he asks as he kneels on the bed beside me.

“I don’t know. I’m not used to this.”

His brows furrow. “Used to what? Being asked what you like or want?”

As embarrassing as it is to say, for some reason I want to open up to Tyson. “When wedidhave sex, it was always the way Gerald wanted to do it and that was from behind. He didn’t want to look at me.”

“I can promise you that I very much want to look at you while I fuck you, but I want you to tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“Oh,” my skin flushes in embarrassment. Now this is getting awkward. Would I be able to look at him again when I saw him in the halls at work?

“Nothing to be ashamed of. You’re a grown woman who should get what she wants. Tell me, and I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”

“I want to straddle you and ride your beautiful cock.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he smiles deviously. Sitting with his back against the headboard, Tyson once again pulls me onto his lap, and I feel his thick tip nudge my opening. Slowly I start to rock, only for him to grip my hips and stop me. “Give me a second to put a condom on.”

How had I not thought about using a condom? For Christ sakes, Tyson’s an escort. Who knew how many people he’d had sex with? What he might have?

“You’re making me lose my mind, Sadie. I almost forgot the condom and that never happens.”

“We can’t have that,” I murmur as he shifts, once again nudging my entrance.

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