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every word he uttered made her stomach clench in excitement and her inner thighs sweat? Did he feel the same madness that she did?
    “I may cry if you don’t.”
    Maz smiled. He had the ability to make her do that more than anyone else she knew. “You always have the correct answer.” Before he could speak, her lips descended on the turgid head of his cock.
    “Hmm,” she murmured as she swirled her tongue around the tip. It was as she imagined but even better because it was Joe.
    “Oh god,” was all Joe could growl as his hands threaded through her hair to hold her close.
    Maybe there was some sort of protocol involved in a blowjob, maybe not. She didn’t care. Maz just wanted to suck that fat cock head into her mouth and drive the man wild.
    Joe guessed her thoughts. “I will come if you do.”
    “You do what you must, as will I.” Maz gave in to need and sucked the tip inside her mouth. Joe’s hips bucked and her hands went to his thighs to stroke the firm flesh. There was something so raw and sexy and primal about having this man at her mercy. It gave her an unbelievable feeling of power. She sucked more of his cock inside her mouth. The need to taste him was everything.
    “Bloody hell…”
    Maz could feel the muscles in his legs tense with excitement. She was so wet she was torn between standing up and impaling herself on his length or sucking him dry. She looked up at him, licking her lips. “Do you like that?”
    “I love it and I love you.”
    “Correct answer.” Her head dropped down for another taste. His groan of excitement urged her on. Although caught up in what she was doing, Maz was conscious of the fact she was the one in control. It excited her. Joe would come but only when she was ready with him fully sheathed inside her. Until then she would enjoy the moment. Maz let his cock slip, pink and wet and shiny, from her mouth. “Tell me something.”
    “Anything you want to know I’ll tell you.”
    “If I asked you to, would you jack off for me?”
    Joe’s body stiffened. “What?”
    “I want to watch.” Maz leaned in once more and licked the long vein from the tip of his cock to the base of the shaft, her hands caressing his balls.
    “Maz,” Joe choked out, gently pushing her had away. “I want to come inside you.”
    Great minds think alike . “And I want to see you lose control.” Maz knew she had him when Joe swallowed hard.
    “Sit back on your heels and open your legs for me.” Joe’s voice was husky with emotion.
    Maz was about to point out this was her game but she was eager to see how explosive Joe could be. If being so exposed helped that then who was she to argue. “I’m awfully wet. I may drip on the carpet.”
    Joe’s eyes locked with hers. “You’re trying to kill me aren’t you?”
    Maz did as he requested, spreading her legs. “Maybe. Your turn.”
    When Joe fisted his cock, Maz felt a moment of jealousy. That’s mine . But she inwardly shook herself. This was about him losing control. Not her. There was something so hot and primal about a man running his hand up and down his own cock. It was controlled yet there was a sense of urgency that was exciting. Although the climax was assured, it was the look on Joe’s face that gripped Maz the most. His eyes never left hers in his quest to give them both pleasure. Maz almost slid her own fingers to her clit but refrained. She wanted to come but with him in and on her.
    “Go faster.”
    Joe nodded. “As you wish.”
    “Does it feel the same as—”
    “When I’m inside you? Oh hell, no.” He pulled harder on his shaft. “Nothing compares to that. You grip me so tightly that I can barely think straight and the heat from your body makes me shiver.”
    “Really?” This thought entranced Maz. That she had that effect on Joe never occurred to her. “I never felt that.” But then maybe she was trembling too much herself to realize.
    “Oh I do.”
    “Um, you’re pulling pretty hard.” Did that hurt? Maz