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for it. Shaw was faster, pinning my head to his thigh so that my cheek was against his skin. Undeterred, I made another attempt, and again, Shaw refused to let me have what I wanted, even pulling farther away.
    I went for the next best thing.
    With little effort, I was able to lean forward and sample the treat before me. Shaw’s balls tightened under my tongue and I gave them a long, exaggerated lick.
    Shaw’s hands were like the fingers of God forcing the Red Sea to part as his cock went in one direction and my head went in the other.
    “Ah-ah-ah,” he admonished. I was dripping wet between my legs again. Why was this so sexy to me?
    “Look at me,” he said, and I did as directed, though I still couldn’t move my head.
    “Do you remember earlier when I told you to say please and you refused?”
    He was right. But I wanted him…
it
… and apparently I wasn’t above swallowing my pride to get what I wanted.
    I hated the desperation that leaked into my voice. “Please?”
    “Please, what?”
    Christ, he was going for the kill. “Can I please have your cock in my mouth?”
    He quirked his head. “I don’t know,
can
you?”
    You’ve got to be kidding me. “
May
I please have your cock in my mouth?”
    He was stroking himself, a wicked tease before my eyes, like a fat kid eating the whole damn Christmas turkey in front of a hungry man. “Yeah? You want it?”
    I licked my lips in anticipation. “More than anything.”
    “Then have it.” Holding his cock, Shaw aimed it toward my mouth while simultaneously controlling my head to put me in position to receive his gift. As eager as I was to take him into my mouth, he held me close to his thigh, still controlling every minute detail as if this was for my pleasure, not his. Maybe it was.
    “Open,” he said with a pat to my cheek.
    My lips parted and Shaw finally pushed into my mouth. Though not all the way, thanks to the grip he still held on the base of his cock. I was sort of grateful for that. Shaw wasn’t abnormally long, but his girth was enough to stretch the corners of my mouth. And he was freaking delicious.
    “There you go,” he groaned. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
    My lids shuttered closed and I couldn’t suppress the low moan around his flesh.
    Yes.
Mine.
    With greedy sucks, I took him to the back of my throat and worked his erection hard. Saliva pooled and coated his flesh as I moved my tongue over every ridge and contour.
    “Slow down.” Shaw fisted my ponytail and pulled me back until only the tip of his cock remained. I whimpered, afraid he was going to put a stop to my fun, but then he eased back inside, still gripping my hair.
    “That’s better.” He controlled the glide and pace, despite the rising urgency flooding every cell in my body.
    With each push and pull, the ache between my legs worsened. I needed to come again. I clawed at his thighs, cementing my knees to the floor. With his tight grip in my hair, the controlled thrust and retreat of his hips, there was no doubt who prevailed. I was along for the ride and that was fine by me. We both had what we’d been after.
    I wanted to see his face, so I looked up at him only to find his head had just started the backward descent to rest against the wall behind him. The view was magnificent. The tendons in his neck were taut, the veins in his forearm were thick with blood, and the grip he still had around the base of his cock seemed almost painful. With his fingertips pressed into the base of my skull, he maintained the rhythmic pace best suited to his liking. It was clear to see…
    Shaw was in ecstasy.
    I continued to maul his thighs, my short nails scraping his skin, but I was pretty sure he liked that, too. His cock was delicious, that bit of precum foretelling his impending release. I could hear Shaw’s breaths, his light hisses, and soft moans. God he was going to come. He was going to come hard. His muscles tensed underneath my touch and the lazy, yet controlled