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  “It’s fine. You’re not just a random guy anymore.”

  “You sure? It looked like she might cut me last time.”

  “Yeah, It’s okay. We can just hang out in my room.”

  “Okay. I’ll be over in like five minutes.”

  “Okay.” I smiled, just barely, “See ya then,” I said and ended the call. The phone dropped out of my hand onto the bed and I slid my hands underneath my shirt. I’m really turned on. It’s more than before though. How could he do that with only his words? Strange.

  I blinked, absent minded. My eyebrows furrowed, my palms pressed into my comforter.

  What’s going on? I’m way off my game. I’m fierce. I’m a shit-talking vixen. I hunt dick for breakfast—I run the show. What the fuck is happening here? I want to take a shower, wash off everything I’ve just done, I want to be new for him. I want to know if he can turn me on.

  I darted my eyes over to my phone and pressed my screen on. A few minutes had passed. I wasted no time heading to the bathroom and taking a quick two-minute shower. I didn’t even dry my body. After I turned the water off I rushed to my room and tossed on a tiny blue dress, no underwear, no bra. By that time, a knock came at the door.

  Okay. It’s just sex. I don’t even know if that bulge was boxers or the real deal. Why am I so nervous? I went to open the door. Carson stood there in a jacket, vested with denim and black cottony fabric. Under the jacket, he wore a black sweatshirt, the hood sticking out over his collar

  “Hi,” I said breathily.

  He stared at me with no expression, or maybe it was an expression I just didn’t know. The fact that he was standing there looking into me and saying nothing made me want to scream. But before I could he leaned in and let his hand fold itself around the side of my neck gently and those soft cherry lips of his pressed themselves against mine. The sweet taste of his warm mouth and how easily he slipped his tongue past my lips numbed me. He had to catch me before I collapsed onto the floor. As he held me, I knew I could not get lost in whatever it was he had. It was too consuming for me. I had to set some ground rules. There was no way this six-foot-tall, untidy-haired, brown eyed hottie was going to come in and sweep me off my feet and mess with my head.

  When he released me from his hypnotic kiss, I wobbled a little before I regained my footing. He sighed, with low, desirous eyes, stepping past me into the living room.

  No fucking way. But damn, that kiss was good. Fuck. It was time to show him just who I was. For a moment I hesitated, pushing a little of myself inside. I didn’t want him to know. If he knew everything, then our little escapade might end before I was ready for it to.

  I closed the door and locked it. Once I turned toward him, I made sure to sway my hips so I could get him staring at my body as I walked over to him, I gazed up into his beautiful brown eyes.

  “I don’t like it when guys try to challenge me,” I said.

  “Is that what I just did?” he said, with the cutest grin I’d ever seen in my life. God, I could have just eaten him up right then. And I knew for damn sure I was about to.

  “I’m not being nice anymore,” I declared.

  “Oh?” His lips playfully wiggled and his eyes popped with excitement.

  “You know I dick-checked you when I first met you. I’ve been waiting to see if what you have is suitable. So give it to me now.”

  “Oh.” I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “Anxious to see, huh?” he mocked me playfully, with a nervously adorable tone. I narrowed my smoldering eyes, batting my lashes at him with seduction. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along as I stomped into my room, hell-bent on gaining the upper hand. I bet he didn’t even know he had the upper hand. It was frustrating to even think about.

  “Slow down,” he said as I swung him onto the edge of my bed, he didn’t take his eyes off of me. “I’ll come willingly.”

  Stop it! Stop saying things like that and look at me ravenously, like you just want to fuck me. Stop with those burrowing eyes, like you’re looking for my soul. Just shut the fuck up already!

  I pushed his jacket down his shoulders, and he grabbed me in his arms and kissed me. I pushed myself away from him and took his jacket off. Dropped to my knees and undid his pants. He was hard as a rock. So I knew I was doing my job, and doing it well. No matter how he pretended that he gave a shit about me, looking at me with those affectionate eyes, the proof was right there: sex was his objective. That I could deal with. What I couldn’t deal with were those big puppy dog eyes of his looking at me like I was all he ever wanted.

  I gasped, my lips parting. The bulge was no lie. It stood about eight and a half inches and two inches thick, the area around it smooth. The closer I got to him the more of his intoxicatingly gentle and sweet aroma I could smell, like he was made of lily flowers and honeysuckle.

  Mmm. I love big dick. He had passed the first test. If he knew how to use it, he was in, for however long it would last. I just wanted that throbbing rod in my mouth. He leaned back on his elbows as if he knew the stance for enjoying dick sucking.

  I let the tip of my tongue glide across the slope of his dick. When his ass cheeks clenched, I knew this was going to be one he would remember. I placed his rod in my hand gently and kissed down his shaft, staring deep into those big brown eyes of his until I got to his balls and I kissed them too. I couldn’t control the moaning that came from tasting his subtly sweet deliciousness. His soft yet manly groans enticed me so much as I slid my tongue back up his shaft, flicking it every so lightly until I reached the tip.

  Now we were back on my turf. He should have gotten the hint. I only cared about sex and it had to be good. I was a seasoned veteran, so I could be selective. There I was in my room, sucking some guy’s dick that I had only chatted with and seen a handful of times. I’m sure he got the idea. I knew what I wanted, and he didn’t need to sweet talk me, all he really had to do was show up, get hard, and fuck me. That’s it. It was easier that way.

  As I opened my mouth wider to take him all in, I slid my lips down his rod, letting my tongue flit along his shaft. I wanted to suck his soul out of him and put it in my pocket and own him forever, he tasted so good.

  And I was about to, but his legs tensed underneath my elbows. I glanced up as he gently glided me off his appendage, rising to his feet. His eyes had changed. That lustful stare is what I wanted to see. His defined arms reached out to me, pulling me upward. I stared him up and down, his delicious scent captivating me as the tip of his rod teased my inner thighs as he came even closer to me.

  I wanted to jump right on his dick. It appeared I wouldn’t have to. He bent down a little, wrapping his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face in my cleavage and lifted me about two feet off the floor. I wanted to wrap my legs around that perfectly chiseled body on mine, but I didn’t. instead my legs dangled in the air.

  “Oh-my-fucking-God.” He breathed heavily, accentuating every word. I was speechless, his grip was so strong, yet gentle and I felt safe in his grasp as he swung me ever so lightly around and threw me onto my bed. He hovered over me, holding himself up with one hand and pulling my blue dress up with the other. I couldn’t wait to spread my legs for him. I helped him pull my dress off.

  He was silent as he stared down at my naked body. His lips parted and his eyes focused.

  “What?” I stared up at him, my cheeks beginning to burn.

  I couldn’t help the hollow feeling building in my stomach.

  “Don’t look at me!” I shouted, weakly, pouting and averting my eyes from him. There was this annoying sensation all about my stomach and my body tingled as if my blood was fizzing. What a painfully satisfying feeling.

  He said nothing and sniffed the air as he sat back on his knees, my body anticipating his entry, hoping it wouldn’t be much longer.

  I wanted to say something, attempt to seduce him into going a bit faster, but I froze, my lips parting slightly as he pulled his shirt off over his head. I swallowed hard, my eyes skimming slowly over h
is body, his defined arms, the light dusting of hair that you could barely see on his forearms. His large hands seemed more noticeable. His chest was bare and pale. As he tilted his head, cracking his neck, I watched the veins in his neck contract, my eyes still, slowly casing his body. His chiseled chest, a small indention right before the deep line in the middle curved into two perfect pecks. His dark nipples were small and enticing and a little piece of me wanted to taste them, suck them, and then lick all down his chest, flicking my tongue over his strangely uneven six pack. There was a small birthmark right above his navel a little to the left. The trail of dark, fine hair that streamed from the bottom of his navel down into his nether regions was so alluring. The curves of his body were so defined and abstract, in a sensual, unexpectedly beautiful way. I couldn’t help but stare and want him more and more.

  When we both were undressed, he stood there leaning over me, his toned body, so statuesque and beautiful. I liked that he shaved everything off down there. I wanted to see that beautiful rod, those gorgeous balls, and all of his colors. He was pristine perfection. For one moment in time, everything was still. My back was arched and the longing for him was so hard to handle. I’d never wanted a guy as much as I wanted Carson Moon. The most jarring thing was, I wanted him in ways I couldn’t define. I almost wanted to fight him, kick him for just standing there staring at me with this look of reverence and awe in his eyes.

  I wiggled underneath him, wanting to shout at him, but I couldn’t.

  “You’re so beautiful and fragile,” he said, a preoccupied look in his eyes as he stared at my body.

  “I’m not fragile,” I said, pulling him toward me. I wanted him to touch me, a hollowing feeling growing inside every second I was without his touch.

  His palms rested flat against the mattress on either side of my shoulders as he hovered over me. His eyes lowered as he studied my body and slowly dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around my hips and thighs as he bent my legs in the air. A man had never touched me so deeply, so caringly, so honestly.

  His lips kissed my thighs and around my throbbing center. The softness melted me. My body was so warm I could have dissolved into nothingness right then. Maybe I was fragile. Each kiss and nibble moistened me until I would soon overflow.

  He set his jaw and his tongue was stiff as he went in with the first slow and passionate lick between my thighs. Oh—he knows what he’s doing. As he picked up the pace, stirring all the most sensitive parts of my sex, building a new orgasm with each paralyzing tongue thrust. I moaned beside myself. I liked the sensation, but I wanted him in my mouth and inside me at the same time. It was irrational but true. We had to change positions. How could he give me so much pleasure but deny me what I wanted? It was almost unbearable. I had to bite my arm, I wanted to taste him so bad. I pulled at his hair.

  “Carson. Please.” I could barely get the words out, they were so full of breathy tension. “I want to change positions.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” His words were wheezy and innocent, just like his smile as he unraveled his arms from around my legs and laid down on the bed. I climbed on top of him, facing his feet, my dripping honeypot ready to flow right into his mouth. I devoured his erection, my lips sliding down it smoothly and I didn’t let go. Especially when his fingers started to thrust in and out of me and he suckled my pink button until I was a quivering, creamy mess, that he happily indulged in. He gripped my hips for a moment, a groan following. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, his tongue thrust becoming more melodious and complex. Underneath me, his legs started to tremor, and his manhood throbbed like a heartbeat. His sexy, hypnotic groans as his sweet, creamy candy filled my mouth, consumed me. He swirled his hands around my ass softly, kneading my skin. Him writhed beneath me, his cooing groans were the most satisfying thing in the world until the very next moment. My ass clenched on his face as he ran his tongue gently over my box, I couldn’t help but moan as his sexy grunts and groans fulfilled me even more. My orgasm had an orgasm. My legs started to give out, my entire body shuddering. I dropped on top of him. I couldn’t take any more.

  As he massaged my ass, he laughed, victorious. I had heard laughter after sex before, from men who’d assumed they had taken me down, owned me and fucked me better than I had been fucked in my life. I never had the heart to tell those assholes it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable to me as it was to them. The sting in their laughter, let me know in their eyes I was worthless. That was fine, because the mocking and disdain I felt for the men were ten times what they felt for me. They were the ones being used and didn’t know it.

  But Carson; there was no mockery in his chuckle. It was gentle and sweet. The more I listened to it, the more it sounded affectionate and kind, happy and full of care. Not to mention, he should have been laughing victoriously because he had achieved something that most men only assumed they had achieved. From the very first moment his lips touched me, I was dripping wet. But it wasn’t only in my body, he was in my head. Essentially, he had aroused my heart, my mind, my body and my spirit, every part of me was completely conscious of Carson Moon. I laid my face down, right on his package that I had sucked dry.

  I wanted to lay there forever rubbing my face up and down his dick like a kitten against a scratching post, purring in the most comfortable position I had ever been in. My eyes were closed and my whole body had rejoiced in the all-consuming orgasm Carson had given me. I’d never had an orgasm so strong, so big, so long, and it took everything out of me. He hadn’t even been inside me, and yet he had penetrated me. This man was truly a freak of nature.

  As the twilight slipped away and the night sky revealed the moon and stars shining in the window, I wanted to cuddle up with him, get under the covers and have him hold me and tell me I was beautiful. But something like that wasn’t for a girl like me. I’d only be lying to myself if I let him do any of that.

  I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead of me.

  I couldn’t fall for him. I already knew before we even had sex, there were too many emotions involved. We’d already gotten more emotional than we should have with each other. How could I feel all of this, all over my body, all through my mind for someone who I hadn’t even known for a month? It was frightening to think that one man could offer so much I never knew existed and then to realize those pleasures were only temporarily mine. Because, after all, I only wanted sex and he’d grow to learn that all he wanted was sex from me too. I had to set some ground rules, or else I’d be the one who’d end up hurt. If you know you’re going to get hurt, isn’t it your duty to make sure it doesn’t happen?

  I pushed myself off him and rose to my feet without saying anything. I rubbed my nose, then found my dress and put it back on. Carson lay in my bed quietly, his arms folded behind his head, on his face, a smile that could put the sun’s light to shame. Yes, being with him was better than all the sex I’d ever had. The saddest part of all of that was I knew he was never going to fuck me. I knew it. That type of man, that gentle, beautiful man, he was a love-maker, the type of guy who cried when he had an orgasm. I wasn’t the type of girl you made love to, and I didn’t want to be made love to. I wanted to fuck and be fucked. That’s what I deserved. I wanted to be tied up, I wanted my hair pulled. I didn’t want to fall into bullshit that isn’t for me. The things I wanted could never be considered as love.

  He didn’t get up. When I glanced over at him, his eyes were closed but his smile was still just as bright as it had been. I rolled my eyes and sighed. My dark hair, usually so perfect, was a mess. My bangs were more like tree branches and my bone-straight hair a rat’s nest. But it was worth it.

  You have to get him out of here, I told myself.

  “That was fun,” I said, darting my eyes to the ceiling and around the room.

  His eyes opened and he stared over at me, tilting his head up a little with a suspicious frown.

  I couldn’t quite look at him, so I picked up his clothes and handed them to him and sat down on the
other end of the bed. He sat up all the way, staring at me heavily. The contempt from his stare, though I kept my eyes from it, was achingly painful and I wanted him to leave.

  “What do you mean ‘that was fun?’” he said with a chastising glare at me as he pulled on his pants and bucketed them. Had I offended him? He pulled his shirt on over his head and sat down on the bed, leaning over to me.

  “I mean... What I said.”

  “That wasn’t fun. That was an intense experience. One I’ve never had with anyone,” he said, his voice wavering as his pained eyes stared into me.

  “Next time maybe you’ll actually get your dick inside of me,” I said coldly, glancing at the bed. It hurt to say that, but I had to.

  “We don’t have to rush. Clearly, we have this amazing connection and—”

  “I need to shower so...” I said rolling my eyes down to the floor and holding my elbow, my body closed off to him.

  “What? So I have to go?” He grimaced, his voice rumbling.

  I shut my eyes and my body quivered as I gulped, keeping on with my emotionless show.

  “Yeah, what did you think?”

  “I thought I was coming over here to hang out with a girl who really liked me, who could feel our intense connection. I thought we’d finally get a chance to just sit down and talk, be with each other. Get to know each other.”

  “I do feel something between us—”

  “Then what the fuck is the problem?” he snapped, rising from the bed and straightening the bottom of his shirt. I flinched. His voice was low—not ferocious, but sincere and haunting, frightening and calm instead. There was a tinge of nervousness that caused me to look up into his face. I wished I hadn’t done that. Those eyes, so full of longing, begging me to reach out for him. He had beta male written all over him, but he certainly hadn’t handled me like one. He had definitely been an alpha.

  For a few moments, I was spellbound. He was so handsome, the look in his eyes was so vulnerable. Even the way he stood made me want to take him in my arms and hold him forever. But I knew I couldn’t allow that.