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“Is that good?” I asked. “Ferocious?”

“Good enough that I’m where I shouldn’t be, doing something I shouldn’t be doing with someone I shouldn’t be doing it with.”

It was way too many shouldn’ts. I hesitated. “You’re not married, are you?”

He scowled. “No.”

“Girlfriend?”

He glared. “Fuck no.”

“You’re single?”

“Now, and always,” he said adamantly.

It was all I needed to hear.

My pants hit the floor. My shirt quickly followed. As I struggled to unclasp my bra, he lowered his jeans and boxer shorts in one shove.

Holy mother of fuck.

The mystery was no longer a mystery.

I stared at it in awe. The word penis never came to mind. Sex on a stick was packing a full-fledged cock. While he bent down and unlaced his boots, I tossed my bra into the apartment’s abyss.

I slipped my hand between my legs and made sure my pussy was as ready as my mind was.

Soaked.

I raised my glistening index finger and grinned. “I’m good to go.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said. “If it’s not good enough to eat, it’s not good enough to fuck.”

“You want to…” I swallowed heavily. “You want to lick my pussy?”

“That’s right.” He set his boots at the end of the bar and then gestured toward island’s countertop. “Hop up there.”

It was like Christmas way before Christmas: In less than one week, I’d landed a great job, and the sexiest man I’d ever seen wanted to fuck me. There was only one catch.

He wanted to eat my pussy first.

I jumped onto the countertop with cat-like precision and spread my legs so wide I was afraid I’d dislocate a hip.

I propped my head in my hand and gave my best sultry look. “Anything else?”

Still wearing his tee shirt, he leaned over the edge of the counter, winked at me, and then buried his face between my legs. At first, his beard tickled my inner thighs, but the distraction didn’t last long.

As soon as his tongue flicked against my hyper-sensitive clit, I closed my eyes and prayed he liked it.

If he didn’t, he was sure doing a good job of faking it.

He alternated between sucking my clit and licking my pussy while he fingered me. He said he was an entrepreneur, but I began to question his claim. I decided that he was secretly a porn star. If he wasn’t, he should consider a career change.

There was so much going on between my legs that my brain couldn’t decide what to do with the signals.

I focused on the feeling that came when he flicked his tongue against my clit. The sensation shot from my throbbing nub to my brain like a jolt of electricity, bringing with it a wave of emotion each time it happened.

In no time, I’d melted into a puddle of sexual bliss. My mind was floating somewhere off in heaven, and my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Be it due to his skill, his handsome looks – or a combination of both – I had no idea.