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My eyes flared wide. “Biting’s a good thing?”
He hitched a shoulder. “To each their own.”
I hummed as I worked, enjoying giving him the pleasure he so freely gifted me. And I knew I pleased him. For all that he was lying there like a lion lazing under the sun, he’d tense, his thighs shifting, his abs clenching if I did something he enjoyed.
Luckily for him, I was a quick study, and though I’d been raised as one big, fat inhibition, I was too eager to knoweverythingto let them get in my way.
As he guided me on what worked or didn’t work for him, I found myself with his cock in my mouth.
At long last.
Honestly, there should have been a choir singing a salutation at how happy I was to have him inside me again.
I knew it was big—my pussywassore.
But I loved his size.
I enjoyed how he shuffled more on the sheets and how his hands would fist in my hair if I sucked hard.
I appreciated the taste of him, and how his pre-cum would lubricate my path as I slipped down as far as I could.
As the power dynamic between us shifted and flowed, I found myself feeling more exhilarated than when he’d popped my cherry.
I was in control here. His pleasure was mine to give.
It lit me up inside and made me realize how good it felt to be with someone so unabashed and unashamed where sex was concerned. Damn, not just sex, but everything.Everything.Not even the prospect of war had made him lose his temper with me.
If anything, when I’d laughed at his predicament with his bike, he’d teased me and chased me, no aggression, just…Digger.
Tears pricked my eyes with gratitude, but I shoved the thoughts aside, wanting to give him everything he’d gifted me.
So I sucked, and I licked, and I nuzzled his balls, slipping one into my mouth even though he hadn’t said that I should. I twisted them together in my palm once they were slick with spit as I focused on his glans, then I slurped my way up and down his length like he was a popsicle before I bobbed my head and sucked on him as hard as I could.
When both hands fisted in my hair, the sweetest sense of satisfaction surged through me.
He was half-sitting now, and I didn’t mind the attention because grunts were escaping him, soft groans, and finally—
“Look at you, MaryCat. So fucking beautiful with my cock in that pretty mouth,” he growled, fingers tugging at my hair as he held me to him. “Such a good girl.”
I whimpered.
Then his hips started to rock and I realized he was thrusting into me from beneath.
Excuse me while I fainted.
Not really, but God, it felt good knowing that I’d taken him to this point.
He didn’t shove me down so that I was choking. It wasn’t a close-won thing—even in this, Digger was controlled.
When he tensed, his fingers tugging on my hair, more praise spilled from his lips as his cum landed on my tongue. His abs were against my ear as he loomed above me, surrounding me with him on all sides.
For a moment, I didn’t know what to do with the cum on my tongue. It was salty and bitter and there was so much of it.
Then, he rumbled, “Spit it on the sheet, baby girl.”
The strangest thought occurred to me—wouldn’t a good girl swallow?
I moved away from his dick, well aware that his seed was leaking from the corners of my lips, and I made sure he was looking at me.
