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It’s obvious he’s lying. In spite of my plea, the idea of him being turned on by thoughts of me turns me on. I lick my lips with intention.

Rob halts my forward progress with a gentle hand on my cheek. “Evie, you don’t have to do this.”

I know I don’t have to. I want to. “Rob, I know you don’t like to tell me what you used to fantasize about me because things are different for us now. We can’t let that single day define us though. If you can honestly tell me that you’ve never imagined this, then I’ll stop.”

His brows knit together. “I can’t tell you that, Evie,” he whispers. “But I’m not the same selfish guy I used to be either. I’ll never go back to that.”

“It’s not being selfish if I’m offering it to you. This is something you’ve always wanted, and I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about it. So, let me.”

A soft sigh escapes him, and his body relaxes a fraction.

“I can’t promise it’s going to be everything you hoped for because let’s be real here. I have zero experience. But if I can give you this moment that you’ve dreamt about for years, then that’s my birthday gift to you.”

He chews on his lip a bit more, studying my face, before he nods slightly.

Game on.

So, the basic principle is simple. Suck until explosion. The issue here is going to be all those infamous rumors. Which are completely true. Rob is huge. There’s no way I’ll even be able to fit half of this thing in my mouth. At the same time, I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips at the thought that the Barbie never had this problem.

I have to start somewhere. A tentative lick to see what I’m dealing with seems like the best course of action. As soon as my tongue makes contact with the velvety softness at the tip, Rob releases a shuddering breath. Okay, this isn’t so bad. It takes like regular skin. Rob showered before we went to dinner, and the lingering scent of his soap fills my nostrils. Feeling a little more secure, I take him fully into my mouth. This is beyond a lollipop or even the biggest fudgesicle I’ve ever devoured, but Rob’s moan spurs me on. Sliding him in further, my tongue explores this newly chartered territory with fascination. I’m actually doing this.

“Oh, holy God.” Rob sounds like he’s in pain.

My gaze flutters up and sure enough, the expression on his face is tortured. His hands grip the armrests of the chair hard enough that his knuckles are white with the effort.

Unsure of my previous confidence, I release him gently. “Rob? Are you okay? Am I doing it wrong?”

“God, no. I’m just...trying to hold still for you. Don’t want to hurt you,” he stutters out between rapid breaths.

I have no idea what that means, but if he’s still in this, then so am I.

“Okay, well, since I’m kind of new at this, feel free to tell me if there’s something you want.”

His head jerks in a shaky nodding motion.

With my hands braced on the floor for support, I don’t waste time with licking. I want this to be good for him, to be everything he ever dreamed of, so I open my mouth wide and pull him inside as deeply as possible. This time, my tongue detects a slight tang as he whimpers above me.

Nails on scalp induce purring. Check.

Mouth on dick induces whimpering. Double check.

My perverse mind revels in the sick sense of empowerment that this knowledge brings. Sucking in earnest now, the very real desire to proverbially bring him to his knees overwhelms me. I’m the one on my knees. He’s seated like the king he is in my world. I want nothing more than to pledge my loyalty.

“Use your hand, too.”

Rob Falls is breathless. I made that happen.

I wrap my fingers around the length that will never fit past my lips. Instinctively, I engage my mouth in the same kind of sliding rhythm along with my hand.

“Yes. Oh, God. That’s it. Just like that.” His voice is barely recognizable.

My other hand joins the party, and that sends Rob over the edge. One of his large hands tangles in my hair. He gently tugs me back until I release him with a popping sound. Oh.

“Was I being too rough? I’m sorry.” I didn’t realize how much I’d gotten into it, but I have to wipe the drool off of my mouth with the back of my arm.

“No, I just…” He’s outright panting now. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

A few blinks later, I get his meaning. “It’s your birthday, Rob. I wasn’t expecting you to hold back.”

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