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his dick. He tucked his chin into his chest, staring down at her with what had to be a purely feral expression as she flicked those big, beautiful eyes up, locking her smoky gaze with his narrow one. Then she pulled his heavy cockhead to her open mouth, her pink tongue giving his tight flesh a hungry lick right over the slit, where he was leaking creamy drops of pre-cum, the tip of her tongue rooting into the opening until he gave an excited growl. With a soft, satisfied laugh that vibrated against his head, she opened those pink lips and took him inside her hot, silky mouth. She experimented for a moment, laving and sucking, trying to work her way around his thickness, her lips stretched tight, and he couldn’t stop himself from threading his fingers into her soft hair and curving them around her skull.
    But he didn’t yank her closer. And he didn’t hold her still so he could shove himself deeper.
    He didn’t need to. Because Sophie seemed determined to blow away every goddamn brain cell that he had all on her own.
    Without any warning, she moved her hands from the base of his dick to his hips, and started taking more of him into her talented little mouth. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears as he watched the determination darken her gaze, her nostrils flaring as she took him so fucking deep that the head of his cock pressed against the opening of her throat. She gagged a little, her eyes watering, but the crazy little genius who could think circles around him didn’t jerk away. Instead, she pulled back only far enough that she could pull in a breath through her nose, then she did it again, and the sound of her gagging on the fat head of his cock was so fucking hot he had to reach down and squeeze his balls to keep from shooting his load straight down her throat.
    “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, loving the way her innocent mouth looked with his dick shoved so far inside it. But this needed to be about her , damn it. This was his one shot to make her realize how incredible they were together, and he couldn’t blow it by letting her blow him into a state of mindless lust.
    Careful not to hurt her, Chris pulled her off his gleaming dick, picked her up, and set her back on the counter. Cupping her confused face in his hands, he looked deep into her beautiful, expressive eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”
    “You,” she whispered, her voice sounding even huskier than before. “This. Us . Together.”
    “How, Sophie?” He stroked her cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. “Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby girl.”
    Voice so soft he could barely hear her, she said, “Take me to bed.”
    “Then what?”
    “H-hold me down,” she stammered, her face an adorable shade of pink. “Or...you know. You could tie me up.”
    Chris couldn’t believe what he was hearing — that he could be that fucking lucky. “Are you — ” He drew in a breath. “Are you saying you want me to restrain you, Soph?”
    The heat in her face flared hotter beneath his thumbs as they swept across her flushed skin. She wet her lips with her tongue, and confessed, “I’ve never...never done anything like that. But...I think about it...with you .” She blinked up at him, looking a little dazed by what she was admitting. “To be honest, Chris, I’ve thought about it a lot .”
    “You’re sure?” he pressed, knowing how much trust an act like that required. And as badly as he wanted it, craved it, there wasn’t any way in hell he would push her into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with.
    “Yes, I’m sure. I mean, if it’s something that you would be interested in, too.”
    “Jesus. You are so fucking incredible,” he growled, pressing his forehead against hers.
    “Is that a yes?”
    He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he told her, nuzzling the soft skin behind her ear. “I’ve fantasized about tying your sexy little