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permission to touch.”
    “Are you going to tell me no? Seems fair if I had a treat before dinner that you get one, too. We’ll call this an appetizer, a treat for you and me. I want your cock in my mouth, O’ Mighty Huntsman.”
    He caught the twinkle in her eye. She didn’t take the Sir bit seriously, not admitting that he was, in truth, her Dom. She used Mighty Huntsman more in jest than as a way of showing she was truly submissive to him. That was okay—for now. Tomorrow, he’d prove what it meant to be his sub. Today—tonight was more about getting reacquainted and building trust.
    Liar. He’d had the afternoon and evening planned, with him in firm control, but he’d lost total control of the entire event the moment they entered the garden. So, what the hell. He’d go with the flow for now. Tomorrow, he’d be back in charge.
    He pulled the ends of the ties and whipped away the fabric covering his erection. His dick sprang toward her, aching for what she promised. “Just a taste.”
    She wrapped her hand around him, eyes filled with longing—for him. “I want to run my tongue over every delicious inch of your cock and tease you until you beg me to let you come, but keeping our dinner in mind, you might have to settle for hard and fast.”
    The pang to his gut screamed, hell yes. Damn, what was happening to him?
    And that was the last coherent thought he had. The moment her lips closed over his swollen crown, locking hotly, then sheathing him with her mouth, he was a goner.
    “Fuck. Fuck me.” He curled his toes into the blanket and dug his fingers into her hair as she delivered exactly what she promised. No teasing. No taunting. No sweet licks. And fuck it, no mercy. He’d planned to let her taste and tease, then stop her, preferring to draw out his orgasmic pleasure by waiting, but she’d taken that choice from him.
    There was no hesitation. Rylee was a woman on a mission, and it was to drive him to knees. Fingers from one hand dug into his ass, the other cupped his sac, scraping her nails lightly against the taut skin, rolling his balls gently. All the while, she sucked, her head bobbing as she consumed him.
    He had to stop her now. He dug his fingers into her head to push her away, but she increased the pace and sucked harder. A long, low moan escaped. A few more minutes, he promised. And the hell with dinner. He planned to ram his dick into her pussy and drive them both over the edge, but when she angled her head, loosened her throat, allowing him deeper, he yelled, the sound echoing around the meadow.
    Her mouth squeezed the head of his cock. Suck. Squeeze. Rylee was ruthless. She gave him no choice. He felt his balls tighten, the churning deep inside that warned he was nearly over the edge. “Fuck! I’m coming.”
    Her answer was to shift her clever fingers from his sac to that super sensitive spot between scrotum and anus. Using two fingers, starting near his anus, she massaged, following the thick cable of nerves to where they ended behind his scrotum. Up and down, pressing harder, lighting a fire deep in those nerve endings that fueled his every pleasurable sensation.
    His shout of pleasure seemed to drive her. Her nail scraped the puckered flesh of his anus. He bucked his hips, driving himself in and out, no longer allowing her to do all the work. She sucked and guided. He pumped and plunged as deep as he could go. With one final thrust, he threw his head back and shouted as his hot release spurted through his shaft and down her throat.
    When she’d milked him dry, Rylee sat back, stared up at him, her eyes warm and sexy. Hunter fell to his knees and kissed her hard and long. “That was wonderful, baby.” His voice came out low and raspy as he struggled to breathe. “Thank you.”
    Rylee grinned. “Now that we’ve each had our appetizers, we’d better check the steaks.”
    He whirled around. “Shit! They’re probably charcoal.”
    They weren’t, but even overdone, with the corn and