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Confused, she complied. He backed a few steps and straddled the arm of the couch, as if he had all the time in the world.
“What are you doing?” Everly frowned at him.
“Are you frowning at me?”
“No, Sir.” She stood there awkwardly, then, when she realized he was just checking her out, she stood up straighter and thrust her tits out at him in invitation. If she wasn’t supposed to rush him or frown at him, she’d let her body do the talking.
Come fuck me, Sir.
Ambrose leaned back against the wall and unzipped his jeans. She tried not to be too nosy, but she was curious to find out if he was as well-endowed as he seemed to be . . .
He pulled his dick out of his pants.
Good Lord. Where the hell is he going to stick that monstrosity?
Although she tried to control her expression, some of her awe must have escaped. He lay, half reclined, and pumped his cock in his fist, looking at her like she was his own personal pornography.
She pouted at him and arched her back more while watching his expression to see what worked for him. Most men would have focused on her tits, but although his gaze roved over her, it was her eyes he kept coming back to.
“Do you like to suck cock, Everly?”
“I like it, Sir. Especially when someone makes me do it properly.” She shifted where she was standing, finding it hard not to move when he’d gotten her so horny.
“Come sit beside me on the couch.”
She did, not bothering to hide her eagerness. With him on the arm of the couch, his cock was right in her face. Up close, she watched in fascination as he continued stroking it.
“Are you going to help?”
She put a hand on his thigh and moved to an upright kneel to get closer. Instead of replacing his hand with her own, she kissed the tip of his cock so featherlight she wasn’t sure he’d be able to feel it.
“Good girl. Do it again.”
She did, then played hard to get with her mouth. A big hand tangled in her hair, and he guided his dick to her lips.
“Suck. Just for a minute, sweetheart, then I’ll make you feel good.”
The tip of his cock pressed against her mouth. She tried to turn her head away, but using her hair, he held her in place and forced it in. Her tongue automatically
swirled around him, and he groaned.
Following the nonverbal directions his hands were giving her, she went down as far as she could on him. There had never been a guy she couldn’t deep throat. Not being able to was a blow to her self-esteem.
“What a good girl.” He stroked her face and traced her lips where they were wrapped around him.
She tried not to purr at his ridiculous praise, but even so, she worked harder at trying to impress him. After a short time, he pulled her away.
“Yeah, I have nothing to teach you there.” He was panting and looking up at the ceiling, his brows lowered in concentration. Was he that close?
He got down from his perch.
“Come kneel up here.” He patted the arm of the couch.
“Noooo,” she complained.
“Isn’t your ass sore enough to remind you who’s in charge right now?” Ambrose guided her over. “I can spank you again if you need me to.”
Grumbling, she crawled up on the arm of the sofa and knelt. He urged her down until she was leaning on the seat part of the couch with her elbows. It felt like her ass was a zillion miles in the air and every bit of her was on display.
