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I groan again, and my fingers thread through her hair.

She’s fantasized about taking my cock in her mouth for years.

I wish she would call me by my real name, but that’s madness.

This is more than enough. I’ll be Bones for her. I’ll be Rand.

I’m whatever she wants me to be. Whatever she needs.

She frees my cock from my pants, her touch bold despite her inexperience.

She’s staring at my dick as though it’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my fingers tighten in her hair.

The urge to surge forward and sink into her hot mouth is almost overwhelming, but I restrain myself. This will happen on her terms. It’s a miracle that she’s touching me at all. I won’t betray her trust.

Disquiet threads through my lust. I’m still betraying her trust with every breath. I’m keeping so many secrets, and she’s shared everything with me.

Then she rubs her thumb over my cockhead, and all thoughts are obliterated. My knees almost buckle at the burst of pure pleasure, and I brace a hand against the bedpost for support.

She lifts her thumb to her mouth. My precum glistens on her skin. She licks it up.

I almost come undone at the sight of her eyes flaring with raw lust.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, voice low and sultry. “I want it to be good for you.”

It’s taking all my willpower to hold back my orgasm.

“Neither have I,” I admit. “It’s only ever been you, Karolina. No one else.”

“You mean… When we were together before. Was that your first time, too?”

She sounds so hopeful that my heart aches.

I caress her cheek. “Yes, kitten.” I finally use the nickname she likes for the first time since she met me as Rand. “I’ve been waiting for you for years.”

Before I can fear that I’ve said too much, she leans forward and brushes her soft lips over my cock.

My fingers fist in her hair, and I hiss out a sharp breath.

“I won’t last,” I warn. “I can’t. I want you too goddamn badly.”

I’ve always coveted her. When we were teenagers, I held myself back because she was the purest, most perfect thing in my world.

But after all these years of denial, I crave to defile her. I’ll ruin her for all other men. There’s no one else for her. Not ever.

“Lose control,” she challenges, her breath hot on my cock. “I want your cum on my tongue.”

I tug her head back with my grip on her hair. She gasps, and my dick pulses at the sight of her parted lips.

“Don’t tempt me like that,” I growl. “I don’t want to push you too hard. Not this first time.”

“Then you’d better go slow,” she purrs. “I want to learn what you like.”

“What I like is seeing you on your knees for me. I want to fuck your pretty mouth and come down your throat. Is that what you want to hear?”

Her eyes flash with challenge. “Only if it’s true.”