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Her head falls back, ragged whimpers spilling from her as her cunt pulses against my tongue and her release floods my mouth. She tastes so fucking good, I never want it to end.

My grip closes around my cock through my pants, stroking hard while I keep my mouth on her and take everything she gives me until her body sags. She jolts when my tongue circles her clit again, still too sensitive from coming.

“That was…” The word barely makes it past her, and satisfaction hooks one corner of my mouth.

“That was what?” I lower her leg with care and rise to my feet.

“Incredible.” A breathless laugh escapes her. “And very unexpected, but I won’t complain if you decide to do it again.”

A teasing smile touches her lips.

“I’ll think about it.”

She rolls her eyes and giggles, and my gaze drags over her, my hard-on reminding me she’s still wet, naked, and completely within reach.

I shouldn’t even be considering this. Sex complicates things. I’ve seen it happen with my brothers. Watched it turn smart men reckless and obsessed, willing to burn down entire cities for women they swore meant nothing to them.

But right now, my logical side is the last thing I want to listen to.

She must hear every thought because she hooks an arm around my neck and pulls me closer, her other hand gripping my cock through my pants before slipping beneath the waistband. The instant her bare fingers close around me, a rough sound tears from my chest.

“What are you doing?”

Her lips quirk. “Thanking you.”

“I don’t need you to⁠—”

But the rest of the words die out when she flips me around and drops to her knees, pulling my pants down.

“Don’t need what?” She drags her tongue from root to tip, and my grip stiffens painfully against the edge of the counter before my knees threaten to give.

I’ve never felt anything better than this.

“Forget what I said.” I fist her hair. “You just keep doing that, detka.”

She laughs and licks me again, circling the crown with her tongue until stars burst behind my eyes.

How the hell am I supposed to come back from this?

The instant her lips close around my cock, every thought disappears beneath the wet suction of her mouth and the firm grip of her hand around my balls.

How many men has she touched like this? How many men have made her come for them?

A sense of rage coils through me, but I shove it down. Doesn’t matter who she’s been with. This is just sex. A onetime experience that I was lacking, nothing more.

Except now that I know what she tastes like, what it’s like to have her mouth wrapped around my dick, once will never be enough. I already need it again.

With her. Only her.

Blyat, this is a fucking disaster.

She sucks me deeper, her moans pulsating down my length as she gags and takes all of me. I’ve never heard anything so beautiful in my life. Her lips drag up my length before sinking back down, her tongue tracing the same path as she bobs her head. She holds my stare while I clutch the back of her head, unable to look anywhere but at her.

Instinct forces me to push her head deeper, holding her there with my cock rammed against the back of her throat until her eyes water.

“Good girl. Take all of it,” I rumble when she chokes around me again.

Since I’m such a nice guy, I ease my grip enough to let her breathe. Instead, she swallows me to the root, sending a violent shudder down my spine as my cock twitches inside her mouth.