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expression on his face. Like he wanted her so badly, he could hardly stand it. Like her kneeling pleased him so much, he could barely contain it. Magnifique. She kept her eyes locked on him as her knees touched the cool, soft grass.
    “What now?”
    …
    Great question.
    His brain was scrambled ten ways to Sunday, but he was supposed to know. It was his job to lead her, teach her, guide her, and he wasn’t going to let the fact that she continually blew his mind distract him from that task. Her wide eyes stared up at him, glassy with need. He’d been pretty sure she would like this scene.
    In spite of her hesitance to fill it out, the survey had been very telling, and he was thrilled to see that most of the things she seemed enthusiastic about were a great match for his own tastes.
    Her tongue poked out and wet her lips, and suddenly he was done thinking, opting instead just to feel. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to feel that mouth on him. His cock bucked behind his zipper, and he made quick work of his belt before yanking his pants apart. Her gaze shot down to watch him with rapt attention as he freed his throbbing erection from his boxers.
    “Open,” he barked sharply, hot blood coursing through his veins when she complied without question. He couldn’t help but stop to enjoy the view for a few seconds. Courtney, head back, the skin of her throat bared to him as she waited for him to slide his cock between those soft lips. The ache became too much, and he stroked himself hard once, gripping his shaft and working up to the sensitive head.
    Her breath went choppy and she swayed toward him, like a willow in the wind. Her tongue darted out again and she leaned in farther. She wanted it. Wanted his cock in her mouth. Wanted to suck him off until he came. The knowledge made him dizzy with need.
    He’d been with women who didn’t like sucking dick. He’d been with women who didn’t mind it, and he’d been with women who liked it, especially because it pleased him. But he’d yet to find a woman who loved it for the sake of loving it. If Courtney was that woman…
    With a hiss, he gripped the back of her head and fed his cock into her hot, waiting mouth. She wasted no time, moaning low in her throat, drawing him in hard and deep. He let his eyes drift shut for a second, and lights exploded behind his lids as she leaned away to lap delicately at the aching head. She moaned again when a drop of come leaked out and then tipped her head to catch it with her tongue.
    “Fu-uck,” he groaned, spearing his hand through her long hair, using his hold to work her over him, slow first and then faster. She opened, pulling him down into the column of her throat until he reached bottom, and still she dove forward for more, consuming him, swallowing him whole.
    The need to come hit him like a prizefighter, making his solar plexus clench, making his balls pull up tight, locked and ready for launch. Too soon. Way too fucking soon. He had a promise to keep and while he was good with his hands, and even better with his mouth, he needed to feel that pussy clenching over him when she came.
    He tugged her hair softly at first, then harder, but she didn’t release him. She whimpered low in her throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from caving to her sensual, wordless demand for more.
    He flexed hard, driving his cock farther, harder. She gagged, her throat clenching around him, and he let go of her head instantly, and waited for her to back away. Instead, she dropped low again, deep-throating him until he battered the tender flesh at the back of her throat again and again.
    “Enough,” he bit out, even as his hands drifted back to her hair. Even as he traced the concave hollow of her cheeks as she did her level best to suck him dry.
    The point of no return was so close, he could see the finish line, and if he didn’t stop her now, there would be no stopping until he exploded into her hot mouth.
    He gripped her head firmly