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“Jesus,” I breathe, opening my eyes, looking at him. “Sweet fucking Jesus.”

He laughs deeply, although there’s no humor in his eyes. Only desire. Raw fucking passion.

“I want to taste you,” I tell him.

And he growls. “I want that, too, but I’m big, baby. This isn’t me being cocky—it’s a fact—and you’re small and tight. I need you to be ready to take me, and right now, you’re ready.” He pushes to his knees, sitting between my legs, still working his fingers in and out of me.

“I don’t care.”

“I do. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” And I’m sure of that. I know he won’t ever hurt me again.

I push up to sit. His fingers stay inside me. Meeting his mouth, I kiss him. I can taste myself on him, and usually, that doesn’t do anything for me, but with him, it does. It turns me on even more.

I grab his dick through his jeans and give it a squeeze.

He moans a tortured sound. “You’re killing me, babe.”

“Can’t have you dying on me.”

I undo his jeans, dragging the buttons open, and I work his jeans down his legs. His fingers slip out of me, and he pulls his jeans off the rest of the way. Then, his boxers follow.

And, sweet Lord, he’s naked in front of me. Big cock jutting up, straining toward his rock-hard stomach.

His body is insane.

I’ve seen men’s bodies like this in magazines and in movies but never in real life. He has muscles in places I didn’t even know you could have them.

All that football and working out have clearly paid off.

And I’m currently getting to reap the rewards.

I have never wanted a man more or been as desperate to touch as I am with him right now.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him, my eyes lifting to meet his.

Unnamed emotion flickers across his face.

I move up onto my knees to him. My hand on his chest, I run my fingers across the ridges of his body, like I’m tracing a map down to the promised land.

He cups my chin in his hand and kisses me deeply.

I wrap my small hand around his huge dick. He’s hot and hard, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I give a firm squeeze. He groans that tortured sound again into my mouth.

I break away from his kiss.

The way he’s looking at me…it’s intense. Hungry.

No one has ever looked at me this way before.

Like they see only me.

I lower my head and take his dick in my mouth, sucking the tip.

A hot breath shudders out of him. “Jesus, Ari.”

I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, moving it up and down, as I take more of him in my mouth and start to work him over. Licking and sucking. I taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue, and it spurs me on further.