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Ever so slowly, he rises up to accept a taste, his tongue darting out to lap it up from my finger.

At the taste, his eyes fly open, and his tongue comes out again in search of more, only to find my finger empty. At hispout, I put my hands behind my head and lean back. “Looks like you’re going to have to go straight to the source.”

We both look down and my cock, which is readily producing the precum he just found so delicious. “Buffet is open,” I declare.

Sometimes it is really great to be me.

He starts the way most of us learn how to suck cock. The ice cream cone method. He swirls his tongue around my tip, lapping up my precum with obvious enthusiasm. From the combination of Cassidy’s dexterous tongue doing figure eights around my tip and the visual of Cassidy’s mouth attached to my cock, I feel lightning-like sparks travel down my spine.

To my surprise, Cassidy doesn’t stick to his comfort zone of pretending my prick is a Dairy Queen soft serve, and swallows it down. At being suddenly enveloped in the tight, wet heat of his mouth, I give an involuntary thrust deep into his throat. I immediately shift back, but Cassidy stubbornly refuses to let me retreat and begins trying to take me in deeper.

“You don’t have to take me so far —” I say but the look he sends me that clearly states,I have your cock in my mouth so I’m the boss,promptly shut me up except for the grunts and moans he pulls out of me with increasing frequency as his oral skills exponentially improve with every slide of his mouth up and down my cock.

“You’re amazing,” I gasp out. “You take my cock so well.”

At the praise, Cassidy goes wild. He begins furiously slurping at my cock as he moans around it. I swear I should record the sounds he’s making and put them on my playlist. They bring me to the edge, and when he multitasks and reaches up to give my balls a gentle tug, I go over. “I’m coming,” I warn him, but he doesn’t release me, and I explode into his mouth.

As caught up in the jolts of pleasure overtaking me, the sight of Cassidy furiously trying to swallow all my come electrifiesme even more. I’ve collected another one of his firsts.I’m the first cock he’s ever sucked.But that’s not good enough for me, I realize.I want to be the only cock he ever sucks.

Chapter 33

Cassidy

I love being an A student, and from Sin’s blown pupils and still shaking body, I believe he’d grade me with top marks on my first ever blowjob.

It certainly helped that Sin has a huge, beautiful cock, and by the time I’d worked up the nerve to finally take him in my mouth, I was shaking with the need to explore him. Then, one small lick of the precum on his tip, and I was starving for more. Instinct took over, and I became mad to hear his gasps as I took him deeper and deeper into my throat until I was choking around his cock—and still I wanted more.

“Proud of yourself?” he asks, grinning down at me. His fingers trace my lips, which are swollen and still glistening with his come.

I can’t help preening a little under his gaze. I am proud.

Being able to give Sin pleasure. To be the one to fulfill his needs. To make him shiver and buck and cry out my name gives me intense satisfaction.

I want to do that again and again and again.

But I can’t. Before Sin distracted me, I’d been doing research on different ways I can help Sin bring his father to justice, andthough the last thing I want to do is remove myself from Sin’s arms, I need to get back to my research.

I start to move away from Sin, but his arms tighten around me. “No,” he protests, and tries to distract me with a kiss. I evade him, knowing I’ll never get out of this bed if I let his lips touch mine.

“I have to get back to work,” I maneuver out of his arms, and his full lips form into a pout. “You promised we’d be quick,” I remind him as I grab my computers from his bureau.

“Yeah, but I lied,” he says unapologetically. “Our parents are out doing a damage-control press tour for most of the day. We should take advantage of their absence.”

“We just did,” I point out to him. “I have to get back to this research. It’s important.” I bend down to retrieve the books he’d pushed to the floor.

“Fine.” He crosses his arms across his chest, obviously sulking. “What are you studying, that’s so damned important? I thought you were way ahead on all your classes.”

“ I am. This isn’t for a class,” I tell him. “I want to be able to help you bring your father to justice for what he did to your mother.” My whole body tenses remembering thecorrectionsGideon administered. “For what he did to you.”

Sin leans forward. “You’re trying to help me?” he repeats like it’s a hard concept to grasp.

“I’m going to help you,” I tell him determinedly. “I know you have Oliver for building the case against Gideon, but I thought it would be helpful to run some statistical analysis on what trial conviction rates were for crimes similar to your mother’s murder. Crimes that involved significant lapses of time between the occurrence and the indictment, and involved a well-known figure.”

Sin arches his brow.” There’s a whole sub-group of celebrities who kill their wives?”

Yes,” I nod.” Surprisingly, the data pool wasn’t as small as you’d think, and conviction rates seemed to be directly related to the positive or negative media surrounding the case. It may not be fair, but it’s vital to get the media to draw a full-blown picture of the disturbed man your father is. I created a graph so you can see how different media representations correlated to conviction rates.”

He looks a little stunned. “You did all of that,” he glances at his phone, “by nine-thirty this morning?”

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