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“Don’t be shy,” I tell her, voice low. “It doesn’t bite. On your knees.”

She sinks down in front of me, still staring, clearly a bit shocked by the size of me this close. I can tell she’s unsure of what to do next, so I guide her.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

“No,” she answers quietly.

A low growl leaves my throat. Another first. All of them hers to give me.

“Wrap your hand around it,” I instruct.

She does, her smaller fingers barely closing around the thickness.

“Spit on it.”

She leans in, parts her lips, and lets a slow trail of spit fall onto the head of my cock. The warm wetness slides down my length. Her fingers wrap around me again, spreading it, and she begins to stroke, tentative at first, then firmer as she finds a rhythm.

I tip my head back against the wall, a low sound escaping my throat.

“Tighter,” I murmur.

Her hand starts moving with a little more confidence.

“Yes… like that. Twist your wrist at the top.”

I watch her lick her lips, eyes dark with curiosity and hunger.

“Do you want to taste it? Do you want my cock in your mouth?”

She nods.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Open up.”

She parts her lips. I guide her head down slowly, feeding her just the head first so I don’t overwhelm her. She gags lightly around me, and I stroke her hair.

“Relax your tongue, baby. Breathe through your nose.”

Once she adjusts, I start moving her head in a steady rhythm, showing her the pace I like, letting her take a little more of me each time.

I’m close. The pressure builds fast at the base of my spine.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her, trying to ease her head back.

She doesn’t pull away. She stays right there, lips sealed around me. She wants me to finish in her mouth.

I come with a deep groan, spilling onto her tongue. I watch, half-dazed, as she swallows everything I give her, still working me the way I showed her until I’m spent.

When she finally pulls off with a soft, wet sound, a thin trail of my cum slips down her chin. I catch it with my thumb and push it back between her lips. Maintaining eye contact, she sucks my finger clean and releases it with a pop.

“Filthy little thing,” I murmur, brushing the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip. “What am I going to do with you?”

Deep down I know she shouldn’t be here. The second I realized she had gotten inside, I should have ordered her out. This place is my cave, the one space I come to when I need to put distance between us, when I need to freeze her out of my system.

Letting her in, doing this with her here, completely defeats the purpose. Her scent, her presence, the memory of her on her knees for me—it’s all going to linger now. I won’t be able to walk in here again and forget her.