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“Equality,” I said slowly. “I want to see all of you too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. He stood, getting out of his jeans.
Fuck. I’d dreamed of that dick, but it was better in person. It was better than any other man I’d ever seen.
His lips curved upward, and I had no doubts that he’d caught what I was looking at.
“Tell me,” he said. “What did you miss the most? What did those other men fail at?”
“Everything.”
“Then I’ll give you everything. Where do we start now?”
“Not a single man has gone down on me other than you.”
He froze. “They haven’t?”
“They all acted like my vagina was leaking poison or something.”
“Idiots.” He scoffed. “Let me make it up to you. Sit on my face.”
I was about to, I was. But I paused.
“One problem,” I said. “I’m way heavier than you remember.”
“So?”
“So, I could crush you. But I’ll hover.”
Gabriel glared at me.
“If you hover,” he said as he ripped off his glasses, “I’ll make you crush me. I want you to sit on my face with no reservations.”
“But—”
“Don’t make me find the idiots who made you feel this way. I’ll crush them in a very different way.”
Oh man. I was never going to be the same after this. “All right. It’s your funeral.”
“I’ll die a happy man.” He laid back and gestured for me to come over.
As brave as I tried to be, I was hesitant. So much so that I faced backward so I could stare at his dick to at least make myself feel better. I hovered for all of a second before his arms forced me all the way down. I gasped when his tongue ran over my clit.
Gabriel groaned. Not out of pain, but as if he were a man starved.
Fuck. This was such a good idea. Did I have reservations before? Suddenly, I didn’t remember.
My eyes almost shut, but then I caught what was in front of me.
Should I have been focusing on Gabriel eating me out? Yes.
Was I also reaping the rewards of my own decisions and watching his dick? Also yes.
It was right there. It was staring me down.
What else was I supposed to do?
I’d never been one to hold back, so I leaned down and covered the head of his cock with my mouth.
