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He groans, drawing out the sound, but not as loud as when I latch onto that spot at the crook of his neck and jawline, sucking greedily.

"That's right, baby. Mark me as yours."

"Mhmmmm."

I home in that one spot, nicking him with my teeth, then licking the burn before sucking some more. Shivers explode across my body, as fingers brush up the backside of my thighs, but it's not enough. I need them gripping my skin, pinning me on my back, having their way with me.

I need more.

Sinking lower, my middle comes in contact with hardened steel, through layers of fabric. Boxers, slacks, and my panties, which provide the sweetest friction as I grind up his length, brutally slow. Slipping back down, my tongue syncs with the tempo of my hips.

Another warning. "Julian—"

My lips plop from his skin, releasing their suction, before they're brushing against his ear, bellowing out the most high-pitched, porno-worthy moan they can muster. As I sway a little faster, I go for his other ear to—

I gasp as two hands smack against my ass cheeks, stinging on contact, before grabbing generous fistfuls. "You're a little faker, huh? Just trying to get me riled up—let's see what that gets you, shall we?"

He bucks against me, grinding his bulge through my center, prying a yelp from my lungs. I suck in my bottom lip as he sways again, faster and faster, gripping my ass and lifting my weight, working me along his shaft in tandem with his pace, until I'm whimpering with pleasure.

"Ohh, does that feel good on your clit?"

"Yes, yessssss." I grind back against him desperately, keeping his pace.

He lets out a low curse. "I can hear how wet you are."

With a moan, I arch my back, bringing new sensations.

He chuckles darkly. "Good girl, louder. I want my crew to hear how soaked you're getting."

"Fuckkkk." I grip his shoulders, rocking until I'm squeezing my eyes shut, panting like a wild thing. "I want..."

Hayden grabs me by my nape, his fingers threading through my locks as he forces me to look down at him. "What do you want, Jules?"

"Your cock," I whine.

"Such a filthy mouth. Say that again."

"I..." Heat simmers across my skin, under the intensity of his stare. "I want your cock, Hayden."

His lips twitch. "Where?"

"In my..." I hesitate. He wants to hear me say the obvious answer—but I got something better. "In my mouth."

Eyes bulging, his movements halt abruptly. "Have you ever...?"

I shake my head, feeling my cheeks flush.

He clamps down on his lip as hunger flashes across his features, but he restrains himself, remaining still. "Are you sure?"

"You did for me."

Tsk, tsk, tsk. "Wrong answer, Jules. My only concern is your pleasure. Not mine."

Now it's my turn to smile. "I want to," I say honestly. "But... there's something else."

He pinches my chin. "And what's that?"

I clear my throat, suddenly wishing I hadn't pushed. "I want to give you head, but..." God, this is so embarrassing.

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