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“How should I do that?” he teased.

I huffed another annoyed breath, my hips trying to buck up, but held effortlessly in place by his strong arms. Heat shot through me. Damn. He could completely overpower me, couldn’t he?

“Please, Kit,” I crooned, making my eyes big. He loved it when I begged. I’d learned that much. “I need you. Please.”

He made a small growling sound and plunged down on my dick, taking me fast and deep. I cried out—I couldn’t suppress it—and came over his tongue almost instantly.

When I’d finished pouring down his throat, he raised up on his knees, still panting for breath, and wrapped his fingers around his thick dick. The sunlight highlighted all the freckles dotting his reddened skin.

“Naughty Joey,” he teased. “That wasn’t very quiet.”

“I’ll have to make it up to you,” I murmured. “Lie on your back?”

Kit tumbled to the side, settling on his pillow, with his arms crossed behind his head. “Go ahead.”

I lowered myself into the space between his legs and pressed my tongue to a freckle at the base of his cock. He exhaled shakily. I moved to the next freckle, then the next, gently kissing and licking every inch of his shaft.

He groaned quietly. “Joey…”

“I want to taste every freckle,” I murmured.

His hands slid into my hair and tightened. He didn’t pull me, but I could tell he wanted to. I smiled against the side of his cock, letting my fingers slip down to caress his balls.

His breath grew ragged. “Fuck.”

I nuzzled into his groin, drawing out the suspense. Kit’s hands tightened in my hair. “You’re such a brat. I wanted to do this nice and sweet, but…”

He tugged my head up, intense gaze clashing with mine. I was waiting for him to order me to suck him, to choke on his dick, to get him off.

“Please, Joey,” he said softly. “I need it.”

Those words hit me with a force an order never could have. My chest ached. I was the one who begged, not him. But here he was, saying please.

I couldn’t ever resist that.

I dropped down, sucking the first inch of his cock into my mouth. His fingers clenched and unclenched in my hair. He wanted to drag me down. He resisted.

I took him deeper, using my tongue to play along underside of his shaft. He trembled under me.

“That’s it. So good, Joey. Love your mouth.”

The praise was like firelight, warming me from the inside out. I bobbed my head, taking him faster, determined to give him the pleasure he craved.

Kit was so gorgeous, so sexy. He could have demanded I get him off, and I would have. Without question. As much as I liked that—sometimes needed it—his gentle request today was even better.

I was still raw after last night. Still rattled by how much I’d shared with him. By what I’d let him see.

Taking a little control now helped settle me. I’d been vulnerable with Kit. Fragile. But I could be strong too. I could give him what he needed.

I took him deep, reaching down to tug his balls, and he came in a surge over my tongue, body shuddering. I continued to suck his softening cock, milking him of every drop, until he pushed at my shoulder.

“No more, baby. Please.”

I drew back, eyes flicking to his. “Baby?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Come up here. Let me kiss you.”

I slithered back up the bed, landing on the pillow beside him, and he curled into me, lips finding mine in a kiss that tasted of our mingled flavors.