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I don’t know if he wants to answer or not, but no words erupt.

And that’s fine, because I’m all about actions right now.

Without saying anything, I take a step back and sink to my knees before him.

I stare up at him, and I swear he’s gotten bigger, taller, even more intimidating. But it’s not in a bad way; it’s in a very, very good way.

I want this man to fucking ruin me, and I have every confidence that he’s going to be able to do just that.

His jaw tics as he stares down at me, waiting for me to do something.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

A loud hiss erupts when I reach out and stroke his hard length through his pants.

He’s huge. The photos and videos really didn’t do him any justice. I can’t say I’m surprised, though; everything about Cooper Nash is larger than life.

My hands tremble slightly with anticipation as I reach for his belt with my one hand, continuing to tease him for as long as possible with the other.

I tug the leather free and then make a start on his button and zipper.

Reluctantly, I pull my hand away from his cock so I can shimmy his pants and boxers over his solid ass and thick thighs. And fuck, is it worth it.

His cock springs free, and my eyes widen as I see the thing of my dirtiest dreams right in front of me.

I stare at it for long seconds, my mouth watering for a taste, but before I do anything, I look up again.

Nash is staring down at me with nothing but desire in his eyes.

“Tell me what to do,” I demand, needing to hear his deep, raspy demands.

His jaw flexes, and just when I think he isn’t going to do it, his lips part and he commands, “Suck my dick, Garrett.”

Fuck me. I nearly come in my pants just hearing that.

Not wasting any time, I wrap my hand around his length and stroke him.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest, and it only gets louder when I lean forward and lick around the head of his cock.

His eyes widen as the sensations race through him, and he reaches out, his fingers sinking into my hair.

A shiver races down my spine as he tugs, guiding me where he wants me.

Fuck, yes. Use me.

I open my mouth and suck on him, allowing his taste to coat my tongue.

My cock jerks as it presses painfully against the unforgiving fabric of my pants.

He’s thick, stretching my lips wide by the time I’ve taken him all the way to the back of my mouth.

My eyes never leave his as I work him. At first, he allows me to set the pace. I take it slow, happy to torture both of us, but his patience doesn’t allow for teasing. Before long, his grip on me tightens and he takes over.

I allow him to fuck my mouth, to take everything he needs.

Tears spill over my lashes, my lungs burning for air as he nudges deeper into my throat.

I love it. Every dirty second of it.