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Saliva pools in my mouth as I suck, and a little drips down my chin. I swallow and then suck harder, fitting as much as I can into my mouth. I’ve never been able to deep throat, even though I try, and I’d love to get there with Cash. I don’t know why it feels important, because I know instinctively he won’t push me to do anything I’m not comfortable with. Maybe that’s why I want to do it so badly.

When he glides a little further into my mouth, I nearly choke, and he instantly pulls back.

“You okay, babe?” His voice is warm, filled with genuine concern.

“I’ve never been able to deep throat,” I admit sheepishly. “But I really want to. For you.”

“It’s not important. What you’re doing is perfect.”

I love hearing that, but it’s a fantasy for me, one that I never trusted anyone to guide me with before. For some reason, I trust Cash.

“I want you to help me,” I say firmly, lifting my eyes to his. “Show me how.”

His eyes are intense and his grip on my hair tightens. “You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

It seems like he’s mulling it over and then nods.

“You have to relax,” he says. “Don’t overthink it. And let me control the pace.”

I nod and breathe deeply through my nose.

“That’s it. Close your eyes and think about how sexy it is for me to fuck your mouth like this.”

We didn’t do this last time we were together—there just wasn’t enough time because we were so busy doing all kinds of other things.

He glides in and out of my mouth with slow, precise strokes. Like we have all the time in the world. My hands are resting on his muscular thighs and he still has a grip on my hair. The sting is enough of a distraction to keep me preoccupied as he begins to move a little faster, going deeper with each thrust.

“Just let it slide against your throat,” he says. “We’re right there—one more…”

I nearly gag when he hits the back of my throat, but he tugs my hair harder and the sting intensifies enough to redirect my focus.

“Just like that, baby…oh yeah.” He pushes in a few more times and then jerks. “Fuck, baby…I’m going to—” His voice dies off as he shoots down my throat. I nearly choke but remember to try and relax. And it works. He’s still pumping into my mouth and I’m finally able to swallow it down.

“Wow,” I say breathlessly.

“You okay?” he asks, quickly pulling out and reaching for me.

I stand up and he tugs me against his chest.

“I’m fine,” I whisper. “Better than fine. I finally did it.”

“You did.” He brushes his fingers across my cheek. “And it was fantastic.”

“I want to do it again,” I say with a smile. “Just to be sure I’ve got the hang of it.”

He chuckles. “I’m fairly certain you’ve more than got the hang of it. However, I’ll never say no to a blow job. After I reciprocate. But that isn’t happening in here.”

“Does that mean we’re having a sleepover?”

“You’re damn right we are. And this time, you don’t get to disappear while I’m still sleeping.”

I wind my arms around his neck. “I thought I was protecting both of us.”

“You don’t have to protect me,” he says solemnly. “That’s my job.”

That makes me shake my head. “No—we protect each other. That’s how it’s supposed to work. At least, that’s how it works for me. Nothing is a one-way street.”