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Aimee licked her lips as she stared at him, taking him all in. Sometimes, she couldn’t believe how perfect he was. All muscle and tanned skin.

“Come here,” he said huskily. “I want you to sit on the edge of the mattress.”

Hastily, she shuffled over and waited for his next order. She felt so eager and relaxed. It was odd.

Normally, she found sex a bit stressful.

Not knowing what to do. Or if what she was doing was right. Charlie had never been that interested in exploring different positions or being playful. He’d kiss her, touch her a bit, then get her to climb on top and ride him.

That was it.

Half the time she hadn’t even come. And he hadn’t cared.

She had a feeling that Ammo would care.

“Spread your legs wide,” he commanded and moved between them.

His cock was already thick with arousal and she could feel her desire growing. She wanted to take his dick into her mouth, to taste him, get the feel of him.

“Can I touch you?” she asked.

“You want to touch me?”

“Yes, please. I want that so much.”

“What else do you want to do?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down the shaft.

“I want to taste you.”

“That’s good. Do you think you can take me deep into your mouth, baby?”

“I’ll try. I’m not very good at blow jobs, though.”

“No? Someone tell you that?”

Her gaze was on his cock and she failed to hear the note of warning in his voice.

Aimee nodded. “Yeah. Charlie.”

Ammo placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head back. “Charlie was an asshole. Who obviously didn’t know how to treat a woman. He ever eat you out?”

“A few times. But I didn’t like it. You don’t have to do that.”

“Do you get to tell me what to do?” he said in a low voice.

Oh. Why did that make her shiver with need? And desired?

“No,” she whispered.

“No. So if I want to eat out that plump, perfect pussy I will.”

“What if you don’t like it?” she asked.

“I will.”

He sounded so confident, but he couldn’t know that for sure. Charlie always said she tasted weird. She’d been so humiliated that she’d asked him to never do that again.

She’d never questioned whether he was lying or not, though. Maybe he’d said that so she’d ask him to stop and he didn’t have to feel bad about getting but not giving.