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I do care. For a brief moment, the heartache breaks through this hurricane of pleasure I’m surviving, and I wish this was real. I wish it wasmore. I always believed the first time a man touched me like this, we’d be in love. There would be candles… roses… music.

A sharp squeal vibrates my vocal cords and pierces my thoughts when Settimo sucks my clit into his mouth. He lifts my other leg and holds me in the air by my thighs while he continues sucking on my nub.

He balances me on his shoulder to free one hand as he lowers his mouth and slides his tongue along my folds. He slips it inside my pussy while his thumb takes its place at my clit. He alternates between his thumb and mouth, one on my clit and the other massaging my G-spot, and I pant like a fucking dog from it.

He pulls his mouth from me and gives a hard thrust with two of his fingers. “Come for me, beautiful.”

He presses his thumb hard on my clit, and it splits me in half. A lightning bolt shoots up my body, and I cry out. Waves of ecstasy tug my body in every direction, and the hurricane I’ve been in is sucked inside of me.

Settimo pulls my legs off my shoulders, and as soon as my feet hit the ground, my knees buckle. I slide down the post and jerk when the tie pulls taught. My knees hang a few inches above the ground.

Settimo stands and wipes his mouth. I stare at him, my eyes heavy and my body content, and he meets my gaze briefly before rolling his neck and unbuttoning his shirt. He removes it, along with his pants and boxers, and he kicks it all to the side.

My eyes roam his body. It’s sexy,of course. A man as powerful and arrogant as him probably never goes a day without a workout, so the olive skin stretching across toned muscle doesn’t come as a surprise. It’s the ink on the skin my eyes are drawn to.

One of his arms has a full sleeve with a crowned skull on his shoulder. It fades down his arm in a smoky fashion. A hawk’s wings spread over his chest.

Settimo’s hand pumps his length, and I blink before lowering my eyes to it. A vein bulges over the top of it, and I lick my lips thinking about what it would feel like in my mouth. For being a virgin, I’ve seen a hell of a lot of dicks in my life—you would not believe the number of men willing to flash themselves or send an unwanted picture of their junk… then again, you probably would—but thus far, Settimo has the only one desirable.

Settimo takes a step my way, and my nerves fire. I put weight on my feet, but when I go to stand, Settimo puts his hands on my head and pushes me back down.

I’ve never done this before. Which means I have no idea what I’m doing.

Will he be able to tell?

“Open your mouth,” he orders. His tone is harsh and demanding, and it does nothing to help my nerves. I turn my head away, and Settimo jerks me by my hair to look up at him. “You don’t think I’m going to let you be selfish, do you?”

I swallow. “I haven’t done this in a while. I’m probably rusty.”

Lines form between his eyebrows and he laughs. I must be showing my unease in my expression because his laughter slowly dies. I school my expression and then scold myself for it. I don’t owe him anything, regardless of what he’s given me.

“I can’t tell if you’re faking this,” he says.

I squint up at him. “What?”

“Is this more of your innocent girl act, or do you really not like sucking dick?”

Act?

He shrugs when I don’t immediately answer. “All right, I’ll play.”

He grips my jaw and squeezes. I whine but he manages to pry my mouth open, and he presses his cock to my teeth. I could bite him. I could bite him and teach him the lesson of the century, but I don’t really want to. There’s an urge to give him what he gave me, regardless if I don’t owe him it.

I open my mouth wider, and he slides inside. He grips the bedpost with one hand and watches me as he glides back and forth. My cheeks are inflamed, a burning embarrassment from him watching me do this.

It’s awkward at first. My jaw aches, and his cock doesn’t slide so easily while dry. I suck to hold him in my mouth, and he pauses. I swirl my tongue around him, tasting a drop of cum at his head. I slide my tongue down the slit and then take more of him in my mouth to explore that throbbing vein.

The hand in my hair tightens, and my eyes shoot up. Settimo’s lips are parted, and a glossy sheen of pleasure coats his eyes. He drags me by my hair over his length, and I close my eyes and try to relax. I gag when he pokes the back of my throat, but it only seems to fuel him. He lets go of my hair, holds my head steady, and pumps into my mouth.

I gag over and over, but I kind of don’t hate it either. Already I’m heating up again, and my clit throbs.

Settimo pulls out abruptly, panting, and he shakes his head. “Enough of this.”

He fumbles with the tie, and I fall to my rear when my wrists are free. He pulls me up and pushes me to the bed, and I catch myself on my palms.

His hands are hungry and rough as he yanks my bra free and explores my body. He pinches my nipples and I cry out, this time in pain.

My legs lift and I’m shoved forward onto my knees, my head hitting the comforter. He lifts my hips so my ass is in the air, and when he lines up at my entrance, my heart picks up. It isn’t from lust or desire this time, it’s anxiety.


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