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Gary’s hairy balls and ass crack.
Shit. That did it. The one time he felt truly grateful to Gary. Not that he wanted to think about that prick while his girl was giving him a blow job.
But he also wasn’t ready to blow his load.
“Take him as deep as you can,” Remy directed. “Good. You’re doing so well. Look at you, you’re taking so much of his cock into your mouth. I know you can do a bit better. That’s it.”
Fuck.
Loki never thought that this would happen.
Or that there would be another man guiding the actions. But he also knew he wouldn’t be much use. Not this first time.
After this, though, he intended to be better. To help guide her. To be what she needed.
Her Dom.
Her Daddy.
But the very least he could do right now is tell her how well she was doing.
“Fuck, Tink,” he groaned as she took him deep, then swallowed. “You have no fucking idea how good your mouth feels. You are doing so well.”
“She is,” Remy agreed. “Speed up now. That’s it. Up and down. Good girl. Why don’t you cup his balls? Gentle, now.”
Fuck.
Was Remy trying to kill him? Loki could feel the need to come building. It was a burn in his lower back. His balls were tightening. She played so carefully with them as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft.
Loki grit his teeth together. This was it. He was going to come.
“Tink . . . if you need to, then pull back. Do it now.”
“She doesn’t need to pull back,” Remy said in a low, commanding voice. “She’s going to be a good girl and swallow every. Last. Drop.”
And that was it.
He tried very hard to hold himself back from pushing too far, but he couldn’t help but thrust his hips slightly. And then he was coming.
Hard.
But she did exactly as Remy said she would. She took all of him and it was fucking amazing.
Holy. Shit.
When his brain started working again, Loki reached down to pick her up, placing her in his lap so her legs were straddling his. Then he ducked down and kissed her.
She shied back and his heart stopped beating.
Oh, fuck. She’d hated it.
Had he tasted awful?
Shit.
“What is it? What’s wrong? Did you hate it? Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just . . . you’ll taste yourself.”
