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No, no she couldn’t.
21
MELLY
Oh.My. God. I never knew it could be like that. Sure, the sex scenes in romance books were filthy. Oral. Anal. Threesomes. Heck, foursomes. From behind. On top. Toys. Exhibitionism. And more. I had used pretty much all of those possibilities when masturbating with my fingers and toys. It was good. Hot, even. Naughty, too.
But Daniel?
Nothing… NOTHING compared.
I had no idea I liked dirty talk so much. And it wasn’t dirty. It was filthy. Technically degrading. Every shred of feminism in my body got knocked aside by my need to be dominated, claimed, and marked.
And we still hadn’t had sex yet.
In fact, Daniel still had all his clothes on. His huge dick was jutting out from his jeans had me remembering what he’d said, thatit’d be a real snug fit. No kidding.
I climbed on top of his huge bed and he followed, loomed over me as he stood at the side. His eyes raked over me in the most heated, carnal way. As if he could barely restrain himself from jumping me. I wasn’t sure why he was even trying.
Watching him unbutton his shirt was like watching a male revue strip tease. Then he took the soft material and used it to clean me off. Then… THEN… he stripped bare.
I couldn’t lay there when I had six plus feet of hot, naked man to ogle. My hand went up to touch him, but I pulled it back.
He took my fingers and brought them to his lips in a kiss so gentle it confused me. “Touch me all you want, sweet girl.”
He settled onto the bed, adjusted the pillows so he was propped up, but sprawled.
I moved out of the way but hovered on my knees beside him.
Every inch of him was solid and sturdy. Broad shoulders, barrel chest with a smattering of chest hair the same color as his beard. Mallory had asked me if he was hairy and the answer was yes. Inallthe right places and inexactlythe right amount. He wasn’t one to man scape, or trim and wax his body bare. No. He was rugged and manly. Maybe not handsome per se, but perfect for me.
I couldn’t resist touching him, feeling the hot skin, the hard play of muscles beneath. The crisp hair springy soft. The flat nipples. The abs. Then lower. The V thing thateveryromance hero had. It was true. It was hot. Swoonworthy. Sexy. And it pointed to a perfect dick. I wouldn’t call a dick and the heavy balls beneath attractive. But something in me, something primitive… oh yeah, my vagina, wanted it. My pussy clenched thinking about taking all those inches inside me. And not just long but thick, too.
My mouth watered for another taste of him, his spicy tang still on my tongue. But would he want that? How did I touch him?
“What if I tickle you by accident?”
He sighed, reached out and grabbed me by the waist. Lifted me so I straddled him. I gasped when he moved me so easily.
“If you’re thinking about tickling, you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready,” I countered. I wanted to have sex. With Daniel. There was an end date to our contract. Days. I needed–
He lifted me again, this time up as he slid down the bed. Now I was on my knees over his face. I could see his eyes looking down through the valley of my breasts.
He shook his head and his hair tickled my inner thighs. So did his beard, which was still damp from just a few minutes ago.
“Not ready.”
Then he pulled me down onto his face. Grabbing for the headboard, I held on for dear life.
“Again?” Was I complaining about too much oral?
“Again,” he growled, as if there was no other option.
“Shouldn’t we do sixty-nine so you can get pleasure, too?” I asked, still worrying but his mouth was making it very hard to think.
With his big hands, he moved me back so he could look up at me. His mouth and chin were glistening.Me.I knew I was aroused, but that wasreallywet.
