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    “Danielle.”
    “Yeah,” she said as she devoured him with her eyes.
    “If you want to touch, you have to take off your panties for me.”
    “Okay.” In a move that was so damn sexy, he nearly shot off in his palm, she bent forward and slid the scrap of lace down her legs. Once she was completely bare, he sat on the edge of the bed, and their gazes met. He gestured her closer and she walked up to him. He grabbed a pillow and tossed it on the floor between his feet, then put his hand on her shoulders, touching her lightly, an easy nudge. She sank to her knees, landing on the pillow in front of him.
    “Comfortable?” he asked, impatience thrumming through him. He breathed deep, struggling for some semblance of control as a naked Danielle put her hands on his thighs. But Jesus, how could he be expected to remain calm when she was about to wrap that sweet fucking mouth around him? A man could only take so much.
    “Yes.” She blinked, and the way she stared at his cock with such hunger nearly did him in. “Can I touch?”
    A sound caught in his throat, half laugh, half cry. “If you don’t, I might just die,” he said, his dick so hard, his crown was a strange shade of purple.
    She reached out and lightly traced her index finger down the length of him, and his cock jumped. She chuckled slightly and drew back.
    “So soft,” she murmured.
    “Ah, not quite.”
    She grinned. “I mean your skin is soft and warm.”
    “Not the same as a Popsicle, huh?” he said.
    “No.”
    He took hold of her hand and wrapped her fingers around him. Then, closing his eyes, he squeezed his fingers, showing her he how he liked it.
    She shifted on the floor in front of him, settling herself deeper between his legs. He pulled his hand away, and his teeth clamped as she gathered him in both hands. She stroked, running her palms up and down the length of him.
    “Like this?”
    “Fuck. Yeah.” He pushed her hair from her shoulders and gathered it in one hand, wanting to see her face the first time she took him in her mouth.
    “I’m going to lick now.”
    Halle—fucking—lujah!
    “Okay,” he croaked out.
    She leaned in and with excruciating slowness, she circled her tongue around his crown, taking all the time in the world to explore his every groove and hollow. She licked the tip, sliding that hot tongue of hers over the pre-come dripping from his slit. She moaned in delight, and he shuddered, his hand gripping her hair tighter.
    “Fuck,” he muttered.
    “You like that?”
    “Mm-hmm.”
    She gave another torturously slow drag of her tongue, then widened her mouth to accommodate his thickness. As her mouth closed around him, it took everything he had not to push to the back of her throat.
    She made a sexy noise and began rocking her body, taking him as deep as possible, then pulling out again. His body jerked, and she went back on her heels. She stroked with her hand again, her touch feathery light.
    “Show me how you do it again.”
    “Yeah?” he asked, surprised he could actually speak.
    She nodded eagerly. “I’m a visual learner.” The heat in her eyes intrigued him.
    “Really,” he said, seeing right through her. “You sure it’s not because watching makes you hot?”
    Her face flushed hotly, and a sheepish grin curled her lips. “Maybe.”
    Jesus, she’d come so far, so fast. “So if I do this”—he gripped his cock and pumped—“it’ll make your pussy wet for me?” Her breathing changed as sexual tension hung heavy between them.
    “Yes,” she said. “It will make my pussy very wet.”
    He pumped harder and reached down to gather his balls.
    She watched carefully. “Why do you pull your cock away from your body like that? Does that make it feel better?”
    “Yeah, it adds a bit of pressure.” Her lips twisted, a look of concern moving over her face. “What?” he asked.
    “I was just thinking about when you come. Do I swallow?”
    Her words nearly made him lose control. “No,” he