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go. Kneeling beside
him, she made quick work of his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down
the zipper, exposing a large cotton-covered bulge.
    She glanced up at him and a muscle beneath
his eye was twitching and his jaw seemed tight. Missy traced a finger over the
outline of his erection. His hips jerked and he swore under his breath. She
started to reach lower but found her hand pushed away.
    “If you’re going to do it, do it right.”
T.S. shoved his pants and underwear down his thighs, kicking them off. He
quickly peeled off his socks, tossing them onto the floor. Naked, he lay back,
his thighs parted, his arms by his side. “Now you can touch me.”
    Missy had seen naked men before. She’d had
several serious relationships over the years so the male form was no mystery to
her. But a naked T.S. in her bed affected her more than she thought it would.
    The man was gorgeous in a rough, elemental
way. Long, thick muscles roped his thighs. His waist was lean, his hips narrow.
His cock jutted up from a nest of dark curls, proud and strong. The plum-shaped
head was dark and wet. A prominent vein throbbed along his shaft. His testicles
were lightly furred and heavy as they hung low between his splayed thighs.
    “Touch me, Missy.”
    The way he said her name, a combination of
demand and yearning was impossible to resist. She started at the base and
stroked one finger up his thick shaft all the way to the top. She ran her
finger over the slit and collected some of the pearly liquid seeping from it.
He groaned as she brought it to her mouth and licked it off. He tasted salty
and hot. All male.
    “You’re killing me, babe,” he protested.
But he didn’t move, allowing her to have her way. He was letting her set the
pace. Letting her be in charge. He knew what she needed and he was giving it to
her.
    His understanding and generosity astounded
her. Not that he wasn’t getting anything out of it, because he was. He just
hadn’t gotten it yet. For all he knew, he wouldn’t. Yet he was still here.
    She would make him wait no longer. Missy
wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked. He tensed, his fingers gripping
the comforter beneath him. Feeling very powerful and sexy, she shot him a grin
before leaning down and licking a path from base to tip. She circled the head
with her tongue, teasing the slit.
    His good arm snaked out and his fingers
tangled in her short hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his cock. “Hmm, you
want me to do something else?” she teased. “Maybe something like this.” She
took the thick head into her mouth and sucked.
    T.S. moaned, his fingers tightening
slightly against her scalp. She smiled when she felt no sense of panic. All she
felt was a sense of pride and arousal. She straddled one of his thighs, rubbing
her slick, aching pussy against it.
    “Fuck. Babe.” He might have wanted to say
more but he couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he groaned and worked his
hips, trying to get her to take more of his cock into her mouth.
    Missy reached between his legs and captured
his testicles, rolling the balls gently between her fingers. He tensed beneath
her. His sac tightened beneath her touch.
    Releasing him, she gripped his shaft once
again and began to pump. Up and down. Slow at first but getting faster with
each stroke. She breathed through her nose as she sucked him hard, taking as
much of him as she could. He tensed but didn’t push, allowing her to set the
pace and the depth.
    His hands slid from her hair, down her neck
to her shoulders. “Babe,” he gasped. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
    Her pussy spasmed. She wanted that too. She
released his cock head with a wet pop. He groaned and urged her upward. She
slithered over him, kissing every inch of his tempting olive-toned skin as she
could.
    His patience snapped. T.S. surged upward,
flipping her onto her back. He loomed above her, ready to claim her. He placed
his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide before